His Precious Love

Chapter 320

Jessica pursed her lips, struggling to find the words in the face of his concern for her. “I’m fine. Wyatt, I think…”

She was tired and did not wish to explain herself to him, nor did she want to exact vengeance anymore.

The sun had risen, but the air was still damp and cold. Wyatt wrapped Jessica in his coat and led her out. “We can talk about it another time. Let’s go home.”

Jessica sniffed at the musk on his coat. Her heart skipped a beat, but she said nothing.

The car sped all the way until it arrived at Wyatt’s residence.

He hung his coat on the rack when they crossed the threshold. “Go take a hot shower,” he said as he rolled up his sleeves. “I’ll see if I can make you some risotto.”

He then scratched his head and muttered to himself, “I’ve never made risotto before. It can’t be that hard…”

He had never cooked for anyone before.

Jessica wanted to laugh but felt awful from the anxiety wreaking havoc within her.

“Wyatt,” she called out.

He turned around and was about to answer her when she leaped over, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Her soft lips felt moist and warm, with a hint of sweetness.

Unable to restrain himself, Wyatt grabbed her slim waist and pressed her against him, robbing her of her breath.

The pair broke apart after a long while.

Jessica was panting slightly. Their foreheads were pressed together as they gasped for air. She kissed him again on the lips and whispered, “Let’s do it.”

Wyatt was taken aback. “Now? You haven’t rested for two days. Aren’t you tired?”

Jessica shook her head and smiled salaciously. “I’m not the one who’ll be drained. Do you want to or not? Forget that I mentioned it if you don’t want to.”

“Let’s do it.”

The house only regained its serenity over an hour later.

days,

edges of his chiseled features downward

lay defenseless in

his neck. Her mind wandered to the knife in the bedside cabinet on the right. All I have to do is take it out and stab

not bring herself

in love so easily?” Jessica murmured, her fingers caressing his lips again,

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passionate, white–hot kisses.

herself for being soft and the guilt that had suddenly descended upon

ever told

was

bedside cabinet. She unlocked it and saw a text message from

read: This is Gianna.

do business any longer and that the sum would be deposited into her bank account as per usual, but hesitated when she was

her gaze grew grim. She deleted everything before replying: All

to negligence, Rayna had fallen quite ill upon returning

project. But upon noticing her hoarse voice and pale visage,

at Gabriel, who had made her living room his office. “Don’t listen to Mr. Faymon. Go back to your

He did not wish to be banished to Norham for any fault Curtis might find with

don’t know many people in Norham. They’ll bully

flew across the keys on his laptop as he remarked, “It’s fortunate that Mr. Faymon has urgent business to attend to in Saintnam. You wouldn’t even be able to look at your

chuckled. “I suppose I should thank you,

Look at these too. Although you can’t discuss

rolled her eyes

with my colleagues and no laptops. It’s not the same

herself to slices of apples. Before she managed to have many, Gabriel

and more warm

suppressing the profanity she was about to

looked more like a grimace. “Does my mother’s grilled pork smell good,

said earnestly. “I’m always on your side, Mrs. Faymon, but I’m concerned about your

“Hah!”

being on

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