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.

of Wyatt’s exhaustion over the past two days, he

gazed at the man in her arms and traced the cold, hard edges of his chiseled features downward with her finger. The stubble on

defenseless in her

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 Wyatt in the neck.

could not bring

murmured, her fingers caressing his lips again, and recalled

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passionate, white–hot kisses.

guilt that had suddenly

on the cheek. “Has nobody ever told you that beautiful women

it was to con

lit up at the bedside cabinet. She unlocked it and saw a text message

is Gianna.

business any longer and that the sum would be deposited into

soundly sleeping man beside her, and her gaze grew

Rayna had fallen quite ill upon

did not wish to waste time resting as she had just received Kingdoms Group’s project. But upon noticing her

room his office. “Don’t

have to obey my employer,” Gabriel said sternly. He did not wish to be

people in Norham. They’ll bully

has urgent business to attend to in Saintnam. You wouldn’t even be able to look at your documents if he was

“I suppose I should thank

more documents. “No worries, Mrs. Faymon. Look at these too. Although you can’t discuss

rolled her eyes

and no laptops. It’s not the

helping herself to slices of apples. Before she managed to have many, Gabriel came and took the

more warm

Rayna burst out before suppressing the profanity she was about to utter

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

does, but you can’t have apples,” Gabriel said earnestly. “I’m always on your side, Mrs. Faymon,

“Hah!”

see it now. What a jerk Curtis is! Despite being on his trip, he’s preventing me from spreading my illness all

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