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.

open. When he saw her still drawing by the window, his gaze darkened, and he pulled Gianna into his

her in a gentle tone, “Babe,

shuddered when his cold

the stairs to

Gianna played along and leaned into

raised his

chest. “Don’t be like this, Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is

around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make me want

nuzzled her face against

gaze was fixed elsewhere. The moment he realized that Jessica was still drawing as if she could

onto the bed

circled her arms

of them exchanged passionate kisses and words

Lopez, let’s do this

like it

is still here with

can watch us if that’s what she

mean!” Gianna

best to ignore them, but when those words traveled into her ears, her arms began to shake, and she could not

when she saw the entangled man and woman, a wave of nausea rose up

breaths, she put down her pencil and walked toward the

leave, but as she had spilled paint on her hands earlier, her fingers were wet. Regardless of how much force she used, she

her arm. “Where the f*ck are you trying

screamed before flinging his hand away. Then, she

Jessica reacted like a cat whose tail was stepped on. As she swung her hand toward him, she screeched,

of perfume she could smell on him was the same as the one she caught a

doubt, it was Gianna’s

Before she could put a distance between herself

on?” Wyatt darted over to hold

still on the bed, he narrowed his eyes and roared, “Who said you can be in