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President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 228

All these years, she’d fought endlessly and ceaselessly, causing her to neglect what she truly, deeply wanted.

She could see it clearly now. What she wanted all along was Shawn’s love!

Jessica clenched her fingers close, her knuckles turning almost completely white from the force. Her whole body trembled slightly from her massive emotional upheavals.

Shawn approached, each step bringing him closer to her.

His face showed a happy smile.

Warm and bright, under the lights, it was the smile of royalty.

He was getting closer and closer now.

She could almost smell the nostalgic scent of his cologne.

She’d picked that cologne for him personally. Because she liked it, he’d used it every day.

The brand of cologne was called Lockheart, and it was exactly what she wanted. To lock his heart in place for her alone, for no one else to take.

Jessica’s feelings rose and fell like an ocean tide.

Seeing that Shawn was in front of her, her face lit up, and she walked forward, calling lightly, “Shawn…”

But the man simply took one look at her and turned away.

Without stopping, his footsteps brought him past her and behind her.

Jessica froze there.

Her face full of disbelief.

She turned around gingerly towards where Shawn had headed.

In a corner close to the bar, Natalia stood close together with Vicente, discussing something with another middle-aged man.

The group had polite and elegant smiles on their faces. Each held a tall glass. Under the light, the curve of Natalia’s swanlike neck looked like a work of art, porcelain pale and gleaming, inviting an irresistible embrace.

Shawn walked next to them and said something. The people there toasted Natalia and left.

Vicente patted Natalia on the shoulder and left with them.

Shawn just stood there, looking with a deep, guilty expression at Natalia. Natalia simply looked at him with a half-smile on her face.

Their gazes met with no hint of hostility or difference. The two stood there, pretty as a painting, both breathtaking.

Jessica seemed to understand something.

And her heart crumbled instantly.

She started cackling with insane laughter, growing louder and madder until she started convulsing as she wept!

Marie jerked back, terrified at the scene. The surrounding crowd looked over, curious.

“Hehehehehehahahahahah…”

Jessica was still cackling, a demented woman who’d fallen into despair. As she convulsed, her tears smudged up her mascara, and her whole being was simply raggedly pitiful. She looked like an abandoned spouse, which she was.

“What – what’s going on?”

Everyone was taken aback.

Someone whispered, “Has – has she gone mad?”

“Maybe she’s high on something.”

At that, everyone looked at each other. Marie reacted quickly and went up to tug at Jessica, urging, “Stop it.”

In the corner, Natalia looked at the scene and cocked an eyebrow.

“Your wife’s over there going nuts, Mr. Miller. Aren’t you going to see to her?”

Shawn shot a glance at the maddened Jessica, his expression cold.

“It’s not enough for her to embarrass herself. She wants me to embarrass myself right alongside her?”

Natalia’s lips twitched mockingly, and she didn’t say anything about it.

Marie had had enough. Unable to rein in Jessica, she walked over.

Pointing to Shawn, she raged, “Jessica’s already like this, Shawn, and you’re still here chatting up this slut? Isn’t she your wife? Aren’t you going to look after her?”

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