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.
Wyatt then kicked the door to Jessica’s room open. When he saw her still drawing by the window, his gaze darkened, and he pulled Gianna into his arms before putting his hands on her shoulders.
Lowering his head, he then asked her in a gentle tone, “Babe, do you like this place?”
Gianna shuddered when his cold hands touched her shoulders.
She was no fool. She knew that everything Wyatt just did—gloomily entering her room, towing her up the stairs to Jessica’s room, and talking to her in such a gentle manner—was to put on a show in front of Jessica.
“This place has wonderful lighting. Of course I like it!” Gianna played along and leaned into his arms. “But did you forget something, Mr. Lopez? This is where Ms. Marsh stays.”
Wyatt glanced at the woman by the windowsill and deliberately raised his volume. “You’re my babe. You can stay anywhere you want to!”
Gianna hammered his chest. “Don’t be like this, Mr. Lopez. Ms. Marsh is still in the same room as us!”
“Don’t be like this?” Wyatt let his hand wander around her body before chuckling. “You smell great, Babe. You make me want to do naughty things to you.”
“Mr. Lopez…” Gianna nuzzled her face against his chest.
However, Wyatt’s gaze was fixed elsewhere. The moment he realized that Jessica was still drawing as if she could not see him flirting with Gianna, his anger returned.
In the next second, he threw Gianna onto the bed and pinned her down before sealing her lips with his.
Gianna froze, but she soon circled her arms around the man’s neck.
The two of them exchanged passionate kisses and words that would make any listener blush.
“Mr. Lopez, let’s do this someplace else.”
“But didn’t you say you like it here? Is this place no good?”
“Ms. Marsh is still here with us…”
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