He grabs Jessie's hair and pulls her towards him. "That guy must be laboring somewhere remote, and you'll never see him for the rest of your life. Stop your fucking wishful thinking!"
Jessie becomes so angry that she trembles and slaps him fiercely.
"Fuck! How dare you hit me?" Leigh's expression turns cruel. He is about to slap her in the face, only to find her looking up at him. Her palm-sized face looks even skinnier. It is bony, pale and drawn.
It makes his heart ache fiercely to see her like this. A few seconds later, he pushes her away rudely. "You won't eat, will you? I'll have the servant prize your mouth later and stuff the food spoonful by spoonful into it!"
After saying that, he strides away.
Jessie stands there for quite a while, and then picks up the torn painting and puts it together.
She stares at the man in the painting. He is lying on the sofa with sunflowers in his arms. Though his figure is blurry, his facial features have been engraved in her heart. However, even his features are blurring now bit by bit.
Since he doesn't believe her, why should she bother to explain?
As for Leigh, he becomes so furious that he eats little and goes to the study for work.
However, he hasn't been working long, before he finds himself thinking about the scene of Jessie carefully wiping her cherished painting, as well as her slap in his face.
"Damn it!" The more he thinks about it, the more furious he becomes. He slaps the pen on the desk heavily.
He shouldn't have let that male servant off so easily. Instead, he should have cut off his hands and feet and asked Jessie to take a good look. Then she would never dare to think of other men!
"Sir," A servant knocks on the door and says with a trembling voice, "Miss Jessie has already been fed. Do you have any other orders?"
Leigh says angrily, "No! Get out of here!"
He sweeps all the documents on the table to the ground, and even throws the computer out. He vents his anger for quite a while, with his chest still heaving and his face gloomy.
After sitting there for a good ten minutes, Leigh suddenly leaves the study.
He strides to Jana's bedroom. On entering, he sees Jana walking out of the bathroom in a bathrobe. Then he directly drags her all the way up to the third floor.
Leigh kicks open Jessie's bedroom, only to find her still drawing by the window. His eyes darken. He pulls Jana into his arms and places his palms on her shoulders.
He lowers his head and asks Jana gently, "Darling, do you like this room?"
With her shoulders touched by his cold hands, Jana can't help trembling.
She is not stupid and clearly aware that Leigh has deliberately acted like this in front of Jessie. He has dragged her up here with a gloomy expression before entering, but now he is actually talking with her in a soft voice.
"Of course I do! The lighting here is quite good." Jana leans against him and says coquettishly, "But Leigh, have you forgotten that this is Miss Jessie's place?"
Leigh glances at the woman beside the window and deliberately raises his voice, "You are my treasure, and you can live anywhere you like!"
Jana hits him gently. "Please stop that, Leigh. Miss Jessie is still here."
"Stop what, huh?" Leigh chuckles, with his hands touching her skin. "Baby, you smell so good that I can't help but want to do something bad."
"Leigh..." Jana moves bashfully in his embrace.
Leigh then glances at the other place, only to notice Jessie still painting, as if she couldn't see him and Jana. As a result, he is filled with anger.
He throws Jana onto the bed, presses himself against her body and kisses her lips passionately.
Jana is stunned for a moment, and then puts her arms around his neck.
The two on the bed kiss each other with passion, and have sporadic conversations that can make each other's face blush and heart race.
"Leigh, shall we do it in another place?"
"Don't you like it here? Is this place not good enough?"
"But Miss Jessie is still here."
"What does that matter? Let her look and see if she likes it!"
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