His Precious Love

At the peak of her fury, Jessica trembled and slapped him.

“F*ck! Did you just hit me?” Wyatt’s expression darkened, and he lifted his hand to give her a slap in return. Yet, when she lifted her head to look at him, he saw how thin and pale her small face had become.

His heart ached. A few seconds later, he roughly threw her aside and snarled, “You’re not going to eat, huh? I’ll get the housekeeper to pry open your mouth and feed you by force later!”

With that said, he stalked away.

Jessica remained rooted in her spot for a while before walking over to pick up the torn painting. Slowly, she pieced it back together.

She stared at the painting. A man with a blurry face lay on a couch, hugging sunflowers. She had long since pained his features in her memory, but now, it was starting to melt away.

If he did not believe her, why should she explain anything to him?

Meanwhile, Wyatt was still fuming. In the end, he only ate a few bites before heading upstairs to his study to deal with work.

Nevertheless, not long after he started working, he began mulling over how Jessica had been brushing her fingers over the painting earlier as if it was a priceless treasure and how she had slapped him.

“Godd*mn it!” The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, and he slammed the pen onto the table.

I shouldn’t have let that male housekeeper off so easily! I should have chopped his hands and feet off and let Jessica take a good look at him. That way, she’ll never think of going for another man!

“Sir,” a housekeeper knocked on the door. She then fearfully said, “We’ve fed Ms. Marsh. Is there anything you want us to do?”

Wyatt snapped, “No! Now scram!”

He then swept all of the documents on the table to the ground, and he even threw the computer to the floor. Even after his angry outburst, he was still heaving and grinding his teeth.

After sitting in his chair for ten whole minutes, he abruptly got to his feet and left the study.

Just as he entered Gianna’s room, he saw her coming out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Instantly, he walked over to her and dragged her all the way to the third floor.

When he saw her still drawing by the window, his gaze darkened, and he pulled Gianna into his arms before putting his hands

then asked her in a

when his cold hands touched

her room, towing her up the stairs to Jessica’s room, and talking to her in such a

into his arms. “But did you forget something, Mr. Lopez? This is

his volume.

Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is still in the same room

this?” Wyatt let his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make me want to do naughty things

Lopez…” Gianna nuzzled her

gaze was fixed elsewhere. The moment he realized that Jessica was still drawing as if she could not see him flirting with Gianna,

the next second, he threw Gianna onto the bed and pinned

froze, but she soon circled her arms around the

two of them exchanged passionate kisses and words that would make any listener

do

didn’t you say you like it here? Is this place

Marsh is still

watch us if

mean!” Gianna

them, but when those words traveled into her ears, her arms began to shake, and she

man and woman, a wave of nausea rose up

deep breaths, she put down her pencil and

paint on her hands earlier, her fingers were wet. Regardless of how much force she used, she could not turn the knob, and in her frustration,

over and grabbed her arm. “Where the f*ck are you trying to

before flinging his hand away. Then, she hurriedly tried to open

like a cat whose tail was stepped on. As she swung her hand toward

heavy scent of perfume she could smell on him was the same as the one she caught a whiff of in

it was

and vomited. Before

Wyatt darted over to hold

his eyes and roared, “Who said you can be in here?