?<strong>Chapter 1131:</strong>


    Mulling over the situation, Kallie realized that taking Elma out directly would undoubtedly catch Jake’s attention. He might not suspect their actual intent, but he would certainly have them tailed. Such surveince would thwart any smooth rendezvous with Edgar. She needed a cunning n to distract Jake.


    At that moment, Elma, oblivious to the brewing storm, was sound asleep, nestled in Kallie’s arms.


    Observing Elma’s tranquil face, a wave of resolve washed over Kallie.


    Kallie promptly sent a message to Edgar, asking him to hold off for half an hour. Then, with a deep breath, she approached the bodyguards stationed by the door. With aposed voice, she ordered, “Could you please get Jake for me? I need to discuss something important with him.”


    Jake rushed over soon after, his expression etched with concern.


    “What’s the matter, Kallie? Is everything alright?” he probed, his voiceced with urgency.


    Kallie shook her head gently, a calcted smile ying on her lips. She took a deliberate step closer, her hand resting lightly on his chest, her voice a seductive murmur.


    “Let’s find somewhere private to talk,” she suggested softly.


    “I need it to be just the two of us.”


    Jake, taken aback by her boldness, hesitated. His eyes briefly shed with suspicion, sensing an underlying tension in Kallie’s demeanor. Despite his confusion about her, he clung to the unwavering belief that she would eventually trust him enough to open up to him.


    As Jake’s intense gaze met hers, Kallie’s heart thudded against her ribs, the fear gnawing at her that her carefullyid ns were unraveling. Surprisingly, his lips curved into a reassuring smile, and he gently lifted her hand from his chest with a soft, “Alright.”


    Together, they made their way to the hotel’s luxury suite, which boasted a small dining area.


    In a town this small, Kallie hadn’t imagined a hotel offering a luxury suite, but the facilities were quite satisfactory. It wasn’t exactlyvish, but the suite was impably clean and well-maintained.


    Opting for a seat across from Jake rather than beside him, Kallie nonchntly instructed the waiter to fetch several bottles of the finest red wine, sparing no expense.


    Observing her, Jake’s expression deepened withplexity at her desire to indulge, yet he held his tongue.


    The waiter arrived with their drinks, cing them gently on the table.


    Kallie stayed silent, her earlier enthusiasm now a distant memory. She took a sip of her drink, her eyes fixed on Jake’s expression across the table. He lowered his head, lost in thought. Kallie understood she needed to break the silence. After a few determined sips, the alcohol bolstered her courage, and she approached Jake with her ss.


    “Why aren’t you drinking?” she asked, striving for calm, though her voice carried the faint slur of alcohol.


    Jake looked up, his eyes flickering with an unreadable emotion.


    “Why should I?” he countered.


    The question caught her off guard. The alcohol dulled her quick wit, leaving her fumbling for a response. Frowning, she tried to think of something persuasive to make him drink.


    But Jake beat her to it.


    “Come here. If you feed me, I’ll drink.”


    Kallie instinctively stepped closer, gently raising her ss to Jake’s lips.


    Jake didn’t lift a hand but spoke volumes with a subtle nce.


    Her brow arched in disbelief.


    “Are you serious?”


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