Chapter 119 Perfect

• Jax POV
• As I sit on the couch, the book resting on my lap, I find myself absorbed not so much in the story itself but in the little marks I’ve made throughout its pages. These marks have become something of an obsession for me. They’re the places where I’ve seen Dhalia react—whether it’s a quiet gasp, a tear rolling down her cheek, or that subtle squirm of excitement that she can’t quite hide. Whenever she reads with me in the room, and I catch one of those reactions, I make sure to mark the page number. Later, when she’s done, I go back and read those specific sections, trying to decode what it is about these words that stirs something inside her.
• It all started small. At first, I only marked the pages that elicited a blush or a quiet moan—scenes of sex that clearly struck a chord. It didn’t take long to realise that it wasn’t just those moments that mattered to her. She would also react to the tender, the heartbreaking, and the unexpectedly sweet moments with an equal, if not more profound, intensity. It intrigued me—no, more than that—it fascinated me. So I began marking every page that had a reaction on her. Her reactions weren’t tied to the grand, over-the-top gestures often glorified in romance novels. The chapters where billionaires whisk their lovers away in private jets or shower them with expensive jewellery didn’t make her eyes sparkle in quite the same way.