A Flash Marriage Can Be A Treasure novel Chapter 393

After a long time, he chooses to open the door.

Flame comes into his sight as soon as he enters. Jessie has lit a painting in her hand with a lighter, and the fire is quite fierce. Astounded, he runs over.

He rids Jessie of the burning painting in her hand, hurriedly covers it with his coat and finally puts the fire out. Then he heaves a sigh of relief and scolds her gloomily, "You don't want your fucking life, do you?"

Jessie doesn't look at him. She just lowers her head and stares at the coat on the ground.

"That day, he came to deliver food to me. He was in good shape, so I asked him to be my model. I didn't know why, but gradually I found myself painting another man's portrait. When he saw it, he asked me who the man was."

Finally it dawns on Leigh that she is talking about the painting. Now he seems to have understood something.

"I answered, 'He's a man I loved. But from now on, he's dead, and I won't fall in love anymore.'" Jessie's eyes are empty without a trace of light, and her tone does not fluctuate.

Leigh stands there, with his entire body stiffened.

Jessie moves her hand and it gets rid of his hands. She doesn't look at him at all. She walks towards the bed, lifts the covers and sinks inside, as if she had been always alone in the room.

Standing where he is, Leigh moves his fingers. Then he squats down and removes the coat. The painting is charred.

He wipes it clean with his hands, and sees the man's facial features that haven't been burnt. He sees the man's affectionate eyes and his leisurely smile. He is actually the man himself!

Leigh feels unbearable pain in his heart. His fingers that hold the painting are trembling.

It turns out that Jessie has never painted another man.

It is him who she loves, and it is him who she always paints.

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Over the past two months, with her powerful diplomacy and the support of the Krislier family, Lily has managed to rope in all the politicians and celebrities on the list. But there is one exception, a man named Macit.

Though this guy is in cloth trade, unlike those politicians, he is also on the list and therefore very important.

Lily has communicated with Macit for multiple times in the past half a month. She even negotiates with Macit with the formulas of some difficult-to-dye fabric, but Macit is still indifferent.

He hints at the end of the conversation. "Ms. Lily, I really want to do business with you, but I can't do anything about it, given that the other party can offer more valuable things."

"Who is the other party?"

"I don't know. This is something Ms. Lily should investigate by yourself."

After hanging up, Lily frowns.

Even if those politicians and celebrities support Jonathan, they know more or less that John is Burnell's favorite and is likely to win. Otherwise, she wouldn't have convinced them so easily.

The capitalists put their interests first. They either support whoever has the greatest advantage, or just bide their time. Anyway, they won't support Jonathan so obviously, which is against John's interest.

Apart from Jonathan, who else doesn't want John to regain the right to succeed?

Thinking about these vexed things, Lily is so distracted that she fails to hear any knocks on the door. Neither does she notice John come in until a bowl of hot soup is placed in front of her.

"I cooked the pigeon soup just now." John sits beside her. It makes his heart ache to see her pale face. "Did Macit refuse you again?"

"Yes." Lily sighs. She rubs her temples with her slender fingers. "He told me that someone has bribed him to refuse to sign the document, but he won't tell me who it is."

John says, "Never mind if he doesn't sign it. Don't worry too much. It's not good for the babies if your emotions are unstable."

Hearing this, Lily touches her belly.

She's more than three months pregnant, and she's expecting twins, but her belly hasn't got that big.

Secretly, she monitors the fetal heartbeat every night, and it is normal. Otherwise, she would have been worried.

Lily picks up the pigeon soup and takes a sip. She says to him, "If he doesn't agree, we'll use other methods. Sometimes, in order to win, bad methods need be used."