President’s Sweet Wife novel Chapter 230

Meanwhile.

The bodyguards directly escorted Jessica back to the Miller household.

Henry wasn’t home these few days. He’d gone out of the city for business. So aside from the servants, there was only Jessica and Shawn at home.

Seeing Jessica get dragged back by a pair of bodyguards, everyone jumped for shock.

The lead maid came up to see what was going on, but the bodyguards glared her back.

The well-built men looked at them and rumbled, “This is the young master’s will. The madam can only stay in her room tonight. None of you are allowed to let her out or see her, and that’s that.”

“But why?”

“What’s with the questions? Whatever the young master says, we do. There’s no need to ask about anything else.”

With that, the two bodyguards left.

Jessica’s hysterical sobs and the sound of crashing and splintering came from the bedroom.

The servants looked at each other and didn’t dare say anything.

It took until morning the next day for Shawn to get back.

The moment he entered, the servants in the house looked at him like their savior was here, with burning eyes.

Expressionlessly, he asked, “Where’s the madam?”

“S-she’s upstairs! She was smashing things for a full night and only stopped at four or five in the morning.”

He sneered mockingly.

That’s how this woman was.

The moment she came up against something she didn’t like, all she knew was to break things and throw tantrums. She wasn’t capable of anything else.

Not like Natalia, who always had a logical solution.

He never thought that way when he was with Natalia, and he’d disliked her calmness and rationality.

He’d felt that she lacked feminine pride and sensibility.

At that time, Jessica’s tantrums and self-centeredness had seemed cute to him.

The purest expression of girlhood.

Shawn walked upstairs.

Maybe because she’d gone at it all night and really was tired, but when the servants opened the door and he went in, it wasn’t the messy interior that he saw but the woman lying on the rug in the center of the bedroom, sleeping soundly.

She’d taken a razor to the entire mattress, the photo frame on the wall, the makeup on the vanity, the clothes in the closet.

All of it had been shredded. Even a full robbery was less devastating than this scene.

As prepared as the servants were, they still recoiled.

Shawn, though, was quite calm.

He’d expected an image like this, so he didn’t really feel anything at the sight.

He was just a bit surprised as he looked at the sleeping woman on the rug.

Looked like she wasn’t stupid to an incurable degree.

At least she’d only taken the razor to her things, not her wrists.

He muttered, “You can leave.”

The servants looked at each other, said “okay” in unison, and left.

Shawn strode inside and shut the door.

Jessica wasn’t sleeping that soundly.

She could feel someone coming in.