EndlessFantasy Translation

  EndlessFantasy Translation

  Rochelle’s long curly hair hung just above his face. Her snow-white skin was showing somewhat and her red lips were exceptionally gorgeous and extremely provocative.

  It had been 752 days since he last touched her.

  He was never the kind of man who had strong desires and frequently had little carnal needs. For him, women were much less fun compared to guns.

  Rochelle was the only woman who could easily conquer him.

  His first meeting with Rochelle was at a racetrack.

  That day, he happened to have a disagreement with his father and was given a severe beating. He was in a particularly foul mood and so went to the track where he used to go racing.

  Few could beat him in terms of technique.

  On that day, however, a racecar caught up behind him not long after he started driving. A tacit race thus began as soon as the other car kept the same speed as him.

  He had a wild way of driving, but he did not expect that car to drive wilder than him.

  His strong competitive desire was aroused and he began to race seriously as the blood within his entire body was starting to boil.

  In the end, the two cars reached the finish line at the same time and it was impossible to pick out who won.

  Jonathan was a little unhappy of course. After so many years, only Timothy could ever be on the same level as him and he did not expect to meet a second person who could do the same that day.

  He opened the door, got out of the car, then took off his helmet and looked over.

  Someone came out as soon as the door to the other car was opened.

  Jonathan watched intently and was curious to know just how skilled that person was to be capable of keeping pace with him.

  That person was probably a newcomer, because……he knew all the expert drivers within the racing circle and had never seen someone who drove like that before.

  When that person took off their helmet, their long smooth hair fell over their shoulders. Then, their fair face was revealed, followed by their beautiful facial features.

  The person was a woman and a very beautiful one at that.

  Jonathan’s lips curled up and it was one of those rare moments he felt strongly interested in someone.

  He lifted his feet without hesitation and walked over. He then stood in front of the woman and introduced him, “I’m Jonathan Yates.”


  The woman looked up and glanced lazily at him. “Oh.”


  She then walked past him and left without so much as giving him a second look.

  It was the first time he took the initiative to strike up a conversation with a woman, but he only ended up hitting a wall.

  Jonathan’s smile widened and he looked at her slender back. Her racing suit complimented her figure exceptionally well, accentuating her thin waist and long legs.

  There were a considerable number of beautiful women around him and there were those who had that kind of a figure as well. However, the woman in front of him was very different from those other beautiful women.

  She suited his taste.

  Even though they had been married for three years, everything about her continued to whet his appetite still.

  He grabbed Rochelle’s slender waist and exerted a sudden force.

  In an instant, Rochelle went from sitting on top of him to being pressed hard against him. She then raised her eyes to look at him.

  Jonathan exercised frequently and had an excellent physique. The muscular contours on his body were evident, and he had a very good appreciation of his own body. Unlike other men, he did not aim for overly big muscles or wanted to be too strong.

  He was the typical man who looked lean when dressed and muscular when undressed. Every inch of him was filled with allure and temptation.

  Many women would be willing to sleep with him without asking for anything in return.

  Jonathan lowered his head and kissed her red lips.

  When his lips were about to plant on her, Rochelle demanded coldly, “Answer me.”


  Jonathan stopped moving. His eyes were filled with a deep desire but the tone of his voice was extremely calm, so much so that it could strike fear in a person. “I can’t.”


  Rochelle lowered her gaze and asked with a sneer. “You can’t? Or you don’t want to?”


  He was more than capable of doing it.

  Why would he be unable to handle someone like Harmony?

  Jonathan stared at her for a few seconds and said, “Killing Harmony isn’t going to avenge your best friend.”


  Rochelle was well aware that every wrong could only be attributed to certain wrongdoers.

  His remark left Rochelle startled.

  Jonathan never said anything unnecessary and Rochelle quickly realized just what it was he meant.

  However, she could not believe what he said.

  Rochelle’s eyes wavered for a moment before she could recover her voice. “Was… Was it Timothy?”


  She felt suspicious of everything that happened when she was in Aharromoggh because she did not think that Harmony’s influence would be so far-reaching and clean.

  However, she thought that Timothy would retain a little bit of humanity at least. After all, he was the one who wronged Samantha in their marriage.

  Samantha did nothing wrong, yet Timothy just had to kill her in the end.

  Men…


  Rochelle’s eyes became teary and hatred filled her heart. She looked at Jonathan once more and asked, “So you’re going to defend your good friend even when you know he’s in the wrong?”


  If Harmony was the one who killed Samantha, Rochelle believed that she could persuade Jonathan to kill her.

  When it came to Timothy, she knew that anything she said and did was of little use to convince him to deal with Timothy.

  That being the case, she did not want to waste her strength to deal with him. She raised her foot all of a sudden and kicked him fiercely.

  Unsure whether it was because he did not react or if he did not dodge, Jonathan was kicked in the stomach by Rochelle and fell off the bed.

  Rochelle then ordered in a ruthless and indifferent voice, “Get out. I’m tired and I want to sleep!”


  Jonathan stood up from the ground and looked at her with a sullen expression. “This is my room.”


  Rochelle gave him a cold side-eye and closed her eyes without even bothering to answer him.

  Jonathan stood there for a few seconds before saying again, “Have a good rest.”


  As soon as he said that, he turned around and strode out of the room.

  Blockhead, who was guarding the door, saw his boss walking out with only a bath towel. The man’s handsome face was indifferent and there was a distinct air of unfulfilled desire that suggested his moment had been ruined.

  Nothing could surprise Blockhead anymore and he lowered his eyes while standing silently.

  Jonathan glanced at him and instructed, “Book the room next to this.”


  Blockhead said nothing and turned around to head downstairs.

  …


  Rochelle did not sleep much all night, mainly because she was feeling insomniac after thinking so much about Samantha and the baby. Inside her dream, the mother and child were submerged in the sea and she could only watch on without doing anything.

  It was the same as when her own baby was forcibly ripped out by Jonathan—she had no power to do anything.

  She woke up suddenly and there was cold sweat all over her forehead as she gasped for air.

  After a while, she wiped the sweat from her forehead and reached under the pillow. Sure enough, her hands had touched something.

  She took it out.

  It was a small handgun that Jonathan carried along with him as a weapon for self-defense.

  He put it under the pillow whenever he slept and it was a habit of his that never once changed even after so many years.

  A cold glimmer flashed in Rochelle’s eyes as soon as she saw the gun.

  She drove to the Barker Group and reached about an hour later.

  Rochelle parked her car at the side of the road. After waiting for about ten minutes, a black car approached the entrance…… The car door opened and Timothy got out.