His Precious Love

Scared out of her wits, the housekeeper stuttered, “M-Ms. Marsh said there was a misunderstanding between her and Mr. Lopez, so she wanted to cook for him and have a little chat. She also said he wouldn’t blame me… T-That’s why I—”

“So you were the one who snuck her down!” Gianna thundered, a fresh swell of rage rising in her. “The reason Wyatt locks her on the third floor and doesn’t let her downstairs is that he hates her! He’s going to blow his top if he sees her here. Argh! You’re such an idiot! Are you trying to get us all into trouble?”

“I-I didn’t know! I was only following Ms. Marsh’s orders…”

Upon seeing the spread on the dining table, Gianna added, “Did Wyatt call to say he was on his way home?”

“Yes.”

“What are you still waiting for, then? Take her back upstairs!” Gianna scolded as she gathered the other housekeepers. “Thank goodness I came down in the nick of time. Otherwise, you’d all be in hot water!”

Even though Wyatt hadn’t returned to the mansion for quite a while, everyone knew Gianna was the lady of the house. Why else would she always get what she wanted with just one phone call?

Therefore, as soon as Gianna gave her orders, the housekeepers complied and hurriedly helped the unconscious Jessica up the stairs.

Meanwhile, Gianna rushed back to her room to change out of her expensive clothes and into something more homely. In an attempt to look the part of the doting homemaker, she even went to the kitchen and put on an apron.

Disgusted by the faint smell of cooking grease lingering in the air, Gianna was about to spray some perfume when one of the housekeepers exclaimed, “Welcome home, Mr. Lopez!”

Without further ado, she grabbed the cutlery and walked out of the kitchen with a smile plastered on her face.

“Ah, you’re back, Wyatt! When they told me you were returning, I figured you’d want to stay for dinner, so I prepared a few dishes.”

Wyatt’s gaze immediately darkened when he saw Gianna, and all he felt was a flicker of irritation.

What the hell was I thinking back then? Why did I arrange for Gianna to stay at this mansion in Zenisan Villa just because she called?

“Wouldn’t a model like you be spending all your time on your beauty routine? Are you sure you know how to cook?” Wyatt scoffed before taking a seat at the table. “The housekeepers must’ve whipped these up!”

you that I was the one who singlehandedly cooked

Wyatt was thoroughly repulsed

some women

seat!” he grumbled, clearly

reined herself in

urged as she offered him a bowl of it. “I’m not

Wyatt picked up his spoon and took two mouthfuls

tastes pretty salty, but the flavor is also strangely familiar. Have I

a couple of mouthfuls before quietly spitting it out because of the saltiness. “I’m sorry, Wyatt. As you can tell, I don’t cook a lot. Forget about the stew. It’s too salty. I’ll

a while, isn’t it?” Wyatt muttered as he continued

made Gianna

it’s reflected in her cooking. I

complaining about it internally, Gianna’s smile never once wavered. “I can cook for you every day if you like, Wyatt. What do

surprise, the man glanced at her and chuckled. “Forget it. What if your flawless skin gets damaged by all that

busy these

by Gianna’s actions, Wyatt snapped, “You can move out if

I meant!” Gianna hastily replied and pouted. “I was hoping you could spend more time with me when you’re free, or at the very

Wyatt merely wiped

teeth in exasperation as

idea how many men are smitten by my beauty? I’ll make sure

Wyatt was about to go to his study, he suddenly recalled how long he hadn’t been home since the day he left in a fit of anger. With that thought in mind, he

Jessica’s room,

“Has she eaten?”

Gianna had instructed before, the housekeeper quickly nodded. “Yes.

a look,” Wyatt muttered

with fright, but she also knew it wasn’t her place

saw Jessica in bed and sleeping