Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife

Chapter 8 Get the fuck out of Here

Lorenzo raised his brows and turned to Jessica, waiting for her to give an explanation.

"That’s what she thought. What can I say?" Jessica shrugged nonchalantly.

So this man really was the high-end gigolo Jessica kept secretly?

Bianca could hardly believed the truth.

"I’m sorry for keeping you waiting, sir. This is the whole set of dessert you ordered. Here you are."

The shop manager handed the well-packaged gift box reverently to the man before him with both

hands.

"Yeah, everything’s here. Let’s go."

Lorenzo took the gift box and walked towards the door with Jessica in his arm.

"You don’t have to bow to me when you see me next time," Jessica sneered as she cast a faint look at

the sullen Bianca.

"Well, not bad. Who doesn’t like such a handsome man? She does, and we do too." Seeing Bianca

getting livid, Matilda comforted her at once.

'He’s just a high-end gigolo,' Bianca kept telling herself. However, anger welled up inside her as she

thought of the scene where she was ignored by him and fell awkwardly in front of him after she gave a

broad hint that she was interested in him.

Everything had a price, and so did every gigolo. As long as she paid him enough money, she could

own him too!

Bianca’s mood lightened as she thought of it.

"Pack the dessert up and deliver it to the address on my account!"

Bianca gave a straight look to the shop manager arrogantly. Exclusive © material by Nô(/v)elDrama.Org.

"You membership is canceled today, and your balance will be transferred to your bank account. Please

don’t show up in my shop again," the shop manager sneered after he threw a contemptuous look at

Bianca.

"I dare you to say that again!"

Bianca was stunned to hear that, but the next moment, she yelled and pointed at the shop manager.

"I can say it to you however times you want. You’re not welcomed here! I’ll call security if you don’t go!"

the shop manager said firmly.

"I’m the young lady of the Armstrong family!"

Bianca flared up and smashed the coffee cup on the table to the floor.

"I don’t care if you’re the young lady or the old lady. You have no idea whom you just offended! Who do

you think you are to yell at me! Get her out of here!"

…

"Take this."

Lorenzo stopped his car on the parking lot of his private estate smoothly and handed Jessica an

exquisite envelope sealed with a signet.

An envelope?

"I don’t need it."

Jessica assumed it was a bank card, so she refused him at once.

"You can’t afford a high-end gigolo like me, but I can support you, Mrs. Fletcher."

Lorenzo’s lips curved into a smile, his eyes sparkling.

Mrs. Fletcher…

Jessica’s heart began to race as she heard Lorenzo calling her "Mrs. Fletcher" in a sonorous voice.

Blushing, she opened the door and jumped off the car in a hurry.

Most of the time, women were believed to be seductive, but Lorenzo was even more seductive than

women!

In fact, the envelope was slipped into Jessica’s purse by Lorenzo secretly before she got off the car.

In the living room of the manor…

"You’re back, Jessica. Is everything OK?" Granny Mrs. Fletcher greeted Jessica amiably at the sight of

her.

"Rest assured, Granny Mrs. Fletcher. Everything’s perfect. I’ve bought some dessert today. Please

have a taste." Jessica gave a smile and looked at Granny Mrs. Fletcher.

"Dessert? Great! I’ve always loved dessert!"

Granny Mrs. Fletcher couldn’t wait to have some dessert.

"You can’t eat a lot of sugar. One spoonful is enough."

Lorenzo walked up to the study as he loosened his tie.

"I don’t need you to remind me that. I know my body well!"

Granny Mrs. Fletcher put a big spoonful of dessert into her mouth and shot him an angry glance as she

spoke.

"Do you want some dessert too? Maybe with a cup of black coffee?"

Jessica gave a sincere smile as she saw Granny Mrs. Fletcher enjoying the dessert and looked up at

Lorenzo.

"Don’t bother."

Lorenzo never had dessert. He pointed at his own lips, motioning to Jessica. "Here."

Surprised, she licked the cream off the corner of her lips and looked back at his face again.

Smiling faintly, Lorenzo undid the top button with his slender fingers and swallowed before he turned

around and left.

"…"

Was he seducing her again?

Lorenzo was elegant, but at the same time, he was a little…

Just as Jessica was deep in thought, a gray-haired old man in a suit walked into the living room and

gave Granny Mrs. Fletcher a nod of greeting.

"Who’s that old man, Granny Mrs. Fletcher?"

Jessica had met Grandpa Mr. Fletcher before, and it wasn’t this old man. Seemingly, the old man was

their friend.

"Adam pays us a regular visit. It’s the first time you’ve ever met, so of course you don’t know him,"

Granny Mrs. Fletcher explained.

That was actually the well-known Adam Williamson?

Jessica got a bad feeling about this. Since Adam paid the Fletcher family a regular visit, Lorenzo must

be someone much more important than she had expected.

…

Crash!

Suddenly, a huge noise came from the second floor. Jessica’s heart missed beat and she rushed up

the stairs.

She flung the door open, only to see the whole study in a mess. Books and papers lay scattered on the

floor, and even the monitor was broken.

Lorenzo’s shirt was torn apart, a few buttons missing. His forehead covered by sweat, his eyes

bloodshot, he was panting heavily like a trapped beast.

The noise at the door attracted his attention. Now he wasn’t in the least elegant, but like a vampire in

the movies.

Jessica, nevertheless, wasn’t scared of this scene, because it wasn’t the first time she had gone

through this.

"Shut the door!" Lorenzo managed to suppress his anger and growled.

However, Jessica wouldn’t leave like this.

Meanwhile, Adam motioned to Travis to close the door, and the three of them left the room at once and

stood in the corridor.

"Why did that happen?" Jessica cut to the chase.

"Mr. Fletcher has built a high wall around himself, and he almost got carried away under hypnosis.

You’ve seen it when he had a relapse last time, and his condition is deteriorating."

Adam heaved a sigh and shook his head helplessly.

Lorenzo was never an emotional man. He was always steady and composed, but it was difficult for a

man like him to let down his guard.

"It’s too dangerous now. Something may happen to you if you go into the room all of a sudden." No

sooner had Jessica grabbed the knob than Adam stopped her.

"Exactly, Mrs. Fletcher. You can’t get in. This is no joke."

That terrible scene was still lingering in Travis' mind.

"I know the situation is dangerous now, but I can’t watch him become a strange and wild beast,"

Jessica said decisively before she went back into the room over the opposition of the two men.

…

"Didn’t you hear me?"

Lorenzo didn’t expect that Jessica would go back, depression and gloominess glinting in his eyes.

"I heard you, but I won’t leave." Jessica walked up to him with a smile.

Lorenzo still had a little sense left, and he didn’t want to hurt her when he got totally out of control.

"Get the fuck out of here now!" On the brink of having a mental breakdown, Lorenzo growled and

shoved her away.

Jessica didn’t expect him to have such an outburst of anger. She staggered back and hit hard against

the shelf, coughing violently.

The shelf was knocked down and broke into pieces the moment it hit the marble floor. A piece of debris

pierced into Jessica’s back, and blood oozed out of the wound and dyed the floor red.