Their Villain, The Mogul's Beloved

Chapter 351

“Zinnia, lethelp him drink,” Jackson said, surprised to see Yannis being so docile for once. While it was good

that Yannis was finally willing to drink, Jackson didn’t want to tire out Zinnia, so he decided to take over.

“It’s alright, Jackson. Lethandle this. You should rest for a while,” Zinnia said, glancing at Jackson with

concern.

Yannis tugged at Zinnia’s sleeve, whining in a clingy tone, “Zinnia, I'm so thirsty.” He hadn't felt this parched

until he took a sip of water.

Zinnia didn’t have tto talk to Jackson, focusing entirely on helping Yannis drink.

“Zinnia, you're the best,” Yannis said with a tipsy smile.

Jackson just couldn't bear to watch. After all these years of friendship, he’d never seen Yannis act so clingy and

spoiled. He thought, ‘What the hell is going on with him?‘

Yannis’s smile quickly faded when the beeping from the kitchen signaled the sobering soup was ready.

Seeing his chance, Jackson scooted closer to the two of them and said, “Zinnia, lettake over.”

“Thanks, Jackson,” Zinnia said. She handed Jackson the cup. Then she gently settled Yannis’'s head on the

armrest of the sofa as a pillow, then headed to the kitchen.

“Yannis, drink,” Jackson ordered, having none of Zinnia’s patience. He hunched over, yanked Yannis upright, and

shoved the cup toward his mouth.

Yannis stubbornly clamped his mouth shut and turned his head away.

“Drink,” Jackson insisted, pressing the cup to his lips.

Yannis kept his lips tightly shut. He lifted his heavy-lidded gaze to Jackson, ready to strike at any moment.

Recognizing the vaguely familiar outline of Jackson's face, Yannis paused.

Then he lazily closed his eyes again. “Stay away from me,” he muttered, his hoarse voice icy with dismissal.

Ignoring Jackson, he wrenched free from his grip before collapsing back onto the sofa.

Jackson let out an exasperated laugh. He'd known Yannis for years, and it was only in the past two years that he

had stopped getting roughed up on this day.

Before that, every tthey drank together on this date, Jackson always ended up taking a beating.

Ever since James had Yannis thrown into military training as a kid, Yannis could beat anyone. Even when drunk,

his instincts stayed razor-sharp. Anyone who got too close was just asking for a beating.

Jackson had known Yannis long enough that Yannis had finally stopped hitting him. Though even when drunk,

Yannis still treated Jackson with disdain.

What Jackson didn’t expect was this blatant double standard: the way Yannis becdocile around Zinnia,

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like a proud lion bowing its head in submission. He couldn't fathom where this side of Yannis cfrom.

“Jackson, the sobering soup is ready. You should have sfirst,” Zinnia said gently as she cout of the

kitchen, carrying two bowls of sobering soup. She offered one bowl of sobering soup to Jackson.

“Thanks, Zinnia. You've worked hard,” Jackson said as he took the bowl.

Zinnia glanced back at Yannis, who had somehow managed to end up face-down on the sofa again, his head

buried deep in the cushions.

She couldn't help but worry he might suffocate, so she bent down and gently turned him onto his back to help

him breathe easier.

“Yannis, wake up. Let's drink ssobering soup,” Zinnia coaxed, trying to pull his head toward her. But he was

dead weight, she couldn't budge him an inch.

Jackson watched in astonishment as Yannis let Zinnia boss him around without a word. After the initial shock, it

finally dawned on him: Yannis was the ultimate double standard.

In her haste, Zinnia’s fingers tugged at Yannis’s collar, pulling open two buttons and accidentally exposing half

his shoulder. Her fingertip inadvertently grazed his skin, leaving a faint red mark. Seeing this, Zinnia instantly

flushed with guilt.

Jackson's eyebrow twitched at the sight of Yannis’s exposed shoulder. He set the bowl on the table and said,

“Zinnia, lethandle this.”

Jackson bent down and buttoned Yannis’s shirt up tightly. Just as Yannis, still groggy, started to sway toward

Zinnia, Jackson swiftly grabbed him and pulled him back.

Jackson warned, “Don’t you dare lean on Zinnia! You reek of booze. What if you make her smell like a bar?”

Yannis’s heavy eyelids fluttered halfway open, his gaze hazy with alcohol. It took him a full second to process

what Jackson had said.

Then, turning clumsily, he stared at Zinnia crouched by the sofa, squinting as if trying to burn her features into

his alcohol-fogged mind.

Zinnia had taken a bath and casually twisted her hair into a bun, with a few strands of hair sticking to her

cheeks.

She looked very demure and beautiful, just like the beautiful cat that Yannis had kept when he was a child. Only

in the end, it died.

Yannis suddenly grabbed her wrist, his eyes wide open. With stubborn, earnest determination, he spoke each

word slowly and deliberately, “Zinnia, I'll protect you. | swear.”

Noticing he wouldn't take his eyes off her, Zinnia was puzzled, not quite sure what he meant.

Yannis didn’t say anything further, his eyes drooping heavily. Exhaustion weighed on him. Every inch of his body

ached, his mind swimming in a haze.

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Whether he'd finally figured things out or just given up, he went limp, letting Jackson drag him by the collar

without resistance.

Zinnia held the bowl, bracing for resistance, but to her surprise, Yannis drank obediently. She fed Yannis spoonful

after spoonful while Jackson steadied him.

Jackson thought, ‘So that’s how it is. This guy only acts special around Zinnia. Looks like they are getting along

pretty well after all.

After feeding Yannis the sobering soup, Zinnia and Jackson both breathed a sigh of relief. They thought, ‘With all

the alcohol Yannis has downed, he would surely wake up with a pounding headache if he didn’t have the soup.’

Suddenly, Zinnia noticed a bit of soup at the corner of Yannis’s mouth and gently wiped it away with her fingers.

Jackson plopped Yannis back onto the sofa. He complained inside, ‘A drunk person is such dead weight.

Jackson had had more than a few drinks himself. Utterly drained, he slumped onto the sofa in exhaustion.

“Jackson, where are you staying tonight?” Zinnia asked.

Jackson said, “I'll stay here tonight. It's getting late. Staying up this late isn’t good for you. Go get srest.

Leave Yannis to me. I'll rest for a bit, then help him to his room.”

Jackson just couldn't relax knowing Zinnia would be alone with someone as drunk as Yannis. So he decided to

stay in the guest room for the night.

Noticing his tired face, Zinnia said softly, “Jackson, why don’t you go rest? Yannis always has the guest room

cleaned, so you can sleep there. I'll take care of him.”

She thought, Jackson looks exhausted too. Yannis always takes care of me, now that he’s completely wasted, it's

my turn to look after him."

“Don’t worry about us, Zinnia. You go ahead and sleep. | am fine,” Jackson said, gently ruffling her hair. His face

softened into a reassuring smile.

After taking care of everything, Zinnia realized it was already past midnight. She rarely stayed up this late and

was truly exhausted. So she decided to listen to Jackson and go to sleep first.

She said, “Okay. | will go to bed now. Just letknow if you need anything, Jackson.”

The sobering soup, laced with sleep-inducing herbs, seemed to have taken effect. Yannis now looked much

better, lying quietly on the sofa without a fuss.

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