Spoiled By The President: My Wife Is A Little Sweet novel Chapter 358

Chapter 358 A Birthmark on Her Back

Matthew looked at her with a bit of disgust as he said lowly, "You do know that, because of today, the Bissel family's backing out of the deal. The marriage that had been dead set on going forward is done for."

Jessica trembled.

She looked at him in disbelief, her face changing slightly. "Why?"

Matthew sneered.

"Heh, why else? They don't want the trouble. With what you got up to tonight, what man in the entire upper crust circle of Eqitin would want to marry you?"

"..."

Jessica bit her lip, an unspeakable sense of humiliation rising from her gut as she clenched her fists.

Matthew sighed.

"All right, we'll talk about the arranged marriage later on. It's late. Head back. Remember to take care that they don't suspect anything."

Jessica nodded, turning to walk outside.

But before she reached the door, Matthew called after her.

"Wait."

She started, turned around, and saw a frowning Matthew handing her a brown paper bag.

"It's from her. Keep it yourself."

Jessica jolted, her face growing pale. It took a few seconds for her to accept it with trembling fingers.

There were a few already baked little cakes inside the bag. Her eyes reddened and she looked up at Matthew, voice shaking. "How is she?"

Matthew was calm and still. "She's fine."

Pausing, he looked at her, a gleam in his eye. "So long as you stay obediently out of trouble, I can keep her that way. You understand what you have to do now, don't you?"

Jessica hurriedly nodded.

Matthew waved her off. "Go, then."

At that moment, in another room.

Selena finished her shower and laid down, tossing and turning without falling asleep.

The moment she closed her eyes, her mind swam with the image of that night in the room, with Natalia changing.

The red butterfly birthmark on her back had almost seemed alive.

She slid out a drawer at the head of her table and retrieved a book.

It was a famous novel, with a yellowed photo stuck in a page in the middle.

Selena took out the photo and examined it under the lamplight.

The photo had been taken a long time ago. The corners were flaking and cracking. The picture showed a baby several months old, sitting with her back to the camera, playing with marbles as she turned around and smiled happily.

And on the baby's back was a red butterfly birthmark.

Selena reached out her hand and stroked the butterfly, thinking of her adoptive mother's words from long ago.

"This is your little sister, Selena. She was born with bad luck and got abducted by human traffickers when she was only a few months old, so we adopted you. But don't worry, you're all Mommy's good girls. Mommy loves you regardless of your blood, so if you have the fortune to find your sister in the future, you have to look after her and help her, okay?"

Those words sounded so far away.

Far away enough that it could have been from another realm, with the voice itself muddying.

But Selena still remembered.

Remembered the regret in her eyes as her mother left, and the gentle smile she'd had when she looked at her.