The jealous storm on the second floor of the main residence gradually subsided, but the air remained welded with a pungent, intense, and lascivious scent of male bodily fluids.
The symphony below the banquet hall remained high-pitched and elegant, yet in this isolated VIP lounge, the extreme tension of torment that had been stretched to its limit suddenly collapsed into a suffocating dead silence after Jack vented that earth-shaking jealousy.
"Jiahua…… Jiahua? Look at me, open your eyes."
Jack's hoarse voice completely lost its usual elegance and calmness for the first time, even carrying a trace of imperceptible panic and trembling.
He frantically lifted the boy's limp body down from the cold one-way bulletproof glass. Only then, when his large palm touched the boy's cold, lifeless skin, did this usually powerful heir to a financial conglomerate awaken as if struck by lightning.
He looked at the boy before him.
Jiahua was like a completely broken puppet, his waiter uniform representing shame now violently torn into dirty rags, hanging loosely around his waist.
The skin that had finally regained some color on the island now showed large areas of deformation and shocking brutal bruises due to the reckless gravity pounding earlier.
What shocked Jack the most was that the boy's eyes were now hollowly rolled upward, with dried salt stains at the corners, his lips bitten raw by himself, blood mixed with saliva slowly sliding down his jaw.
"I…… what have I done……"
Jack's chest heaved violently, the paranoia in his black eyes completely overwhelmed in an instant by overwhelming regret and heartache.
Was this the person he claimed to protect and love?
He knew Jiahua had reached his limit, knew this banquet was just a facade for the old man, yet when he saw Anthony's hand touch the boy, his deformed, pathological possessiveness snapped the reins of his reason, pushing the boy he held at the tip of his heart back into the abyss of physical torment.
"Get out! Anthony, get out—!"
Jack suddenly turned back, letting out a beast-like roar at Anthony, who was casually adjusting his suit on the sofa with a playful expression. Those usually noble and clean eyes were now filled with crimson bloodshot, like a wild beast ready to tear someone apart.
Anthony shrugged, sneered, then tactfully turned and left, leaving this space filled with regret and despair to this master and slave trapped in their deformed lust.
The door slammed shut once more.
Jack collapsed to his knees on the marble floor as if drained of strength, not even caring that his expensive tailcoat was now stained with the boy's fluids.
He tremblingly reached out, slipping his hands under Jiahua's armpits, carefully and even humbly embracing the boy's deformed, bruised, cold and trembling body into his arms.
"I'm sorry…… Jiahua, I'm sorry…… Senior was wrong……"