Chapter 793
Leaning in, Jack looked at Genevieve and murmured, “You're right, Genev. I have been driven mad by my urge to possess you and to imprison you in this room for eternity. With you by my side, I'll never feel lonely again.”
“You're f*cking delirious!” Genevieve exploded.
While Jack wasn't looking, she used the opportunity to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, it just wouldn't budge when she tried opening it.
Jack, who was sitting by the table with his legs crossed, cracked a faint smirk. “Genev, come over and have some food.
Otherwise, you might not even have the energy to escape tomorrow.”
Grabbing the plates, Genevieve flung them at him. “Get lost!”
Nonetheless, Jack wasn't angry at all despite having the warm tomato soup drench his shirt, leaving a sticky and disgusting sensation on his skin. “Since you've spilled your food, you'll have to go hungry till tomorrow morning.”
"Get out!” she roared.
Jack swiftly left after ordering the bodyguards to open the door. As for Genevieve, she slumped into a chair, mired in exhaustion.
Knowing Jack, Genevieve was under no illusion that he wouldn't make good on his threat.
In her sleep, she dreamt of going to the beach together with Armand and the children. Amanda would be wearing an innocent smile, while Armand would gaze at her with a gentle expression.
Longing for them, she couldn't wait to return to their side.
During her imprisonment, she had caught the flu by soaking herself in cold water, hoping to escape when the housekeeper called for the doctor. On a different occasion, she hit her head while bathing and banked on them to send her to the hospital on the account of her bleeding head. In the end, all her schemes failed terribly.
To stop her from hurting herself, Jack instructed the bodyguard to install a surveillance camera at the door so that she could be monitored around the clock.
With the passage of time, Genevieve felt her energy being attrited away.
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