âW-Why is she here?â Gianna exclaimed as she gripped the railing for support. âDidnât Wyatt forbid her from coming down?
Answer me!â
Scared out of her wits, the housekeeper stuttered, âM-Ms. Marsh said there was a misunderstanding between her and Mr. Lopez, so she wanted to cook for him and have a little chat. She also said he wouldnât blame me... T-Thatâs why Iââ
âSo you were the one who snuck her down!â Gianna thundered, a fresh swell of rage rising in her. âThe reason Wyatt locks her on the third floor and doesnât let her downstairs is that he hates her! Heâs going to blow his top if he sees her here. Argh! Youâre such an idiot! Are you trying to get us all into trouble?â
âI-I didnât know! I was only following Ms. Marshâs orders...â
Upon seeing the spread on the dining table, Gianna added, âDid Wyatt call to say he was on his way home?â
âYes.â
âWhat are you still waiting for, then? Take her back upstairs!â Gianna scolded as she gathered the other housekeepers. âThank goodness I came down in the nick of time. Otherwise, youâd all be in hot water!â
Even though Wyatt hadnât returned to the mansion for quite a while, everyone knew Gianna was the lady of the house. Why else would she always get what she wanted with just one phone call?
Therefore, as soon as Gianna gave her orders, the housekeepers complied and hurriedly helped the unconscious Jessica up the stairs.
Meanwhile, Gianna rushed back to her room to change out of her expensive clothes and into something more homely. In an attempt to look the part of the doting homemaker, she even went to the kitchen and put on an apron.
Disgusted by the faint smell of cooking grease lingering in the air, Gianna was about to spray some perfume when one of the housekeepers exclaimed, âWelcome home, Mr. Lopez!â
Without further ado, she grabbed the cutlery and walked out of the kitchen with a smile plastered on her face.
âAh, youâre back, Wyatt! When they told me you were returning, I figured youâd want to stay for dinner, so I prepared a few dishes.â
Wyattâs gaze immediately darkened when he saw Gianna, and all he felt was a flicker of irritation.
What the hell was I thinking back then? Why did I arrange for Gianna to stay at this mansion in Zenisan Villa just because she called?
âWouldnât a model like you be spending all your time on your beauty routine? Are you sure you know how to cook?â Wyatt scoffed before taking a seat at the table. âThe housekeepers mustâve whipped these up!â
Gianna playfully shoved the man and whined, âMy goodness. You have so little faith in me! I can assure you that I was the one who singlehandedly cooked these dishes. The housekeepers didnât help at all. Go on. Have a bite!â
For some reason, Wyatt was thoroughly repulsed by the saccharine voice.
D*mn it. Why are some women so much more repulsive than others?
âThatâs enough. Return to your seat!â he grumbled, clearly running low on patience.
Realizing how unhappy Wyatt was, Gianna quickly reined herself in and sat on the chair beside him.
âHere. Try the stew,â she urged as she offered him a bowl of it. âIâm not sure if itâs to your liking, though.â
With that, Wyatt picked up his spoon and took two mouthfuls of the stew.
Hmm... It tastes pretty salty, but the flavor is also strangely familiar. Have I had this before?
Gianna, too, ate a couple of mouthfuls before quietly spitting it out because of the saltiness. âIâm sorry, Wyatt. As you can tell, I donât cook a lot. Forget about the stew. Itâs too salty. Iâll get the housekeepers to cook something else.â
âBut thatâs going to take a while, isnât it?â Wyatt muttered as he continued eating, not at all minding the flavor.
Alas, his reaction only made Gianna green with envy.
That woman doesnât look like she steps into the kitchen much, and itâs reflected in her cooking. I canât believe Wyattâs still eating her awful food!
Despite complaining about it internally, Giannaâs smile never once wavered. âI can cook for you every day if you like, Wyatt. What do you say?â
To her surprise, the man glanced at her and chuckled. âForget it. What if your flawless skin gets damaged by all that heat and grease? Wouldnât that make me a sinner?â
âI knew you doted on me, Wyatt!â Gianna said as she coyly hugged his arm. âHave you been very busy these days? You take forever to answer my texts, and you donât visit me, either. Iâm bored to death!â
Once again put off by Giannaâs actions, Wyatt snapped, âYou can move out if you donât want to stay here.â
âThatâs not what I meant!â Gianna hastily replied and pouted. âI was hoping you could spend more time with me when youâre free, or at the very least, let me keep you company.â
Instead of answering her, Wyatt merely wiped his mouth and walked away. âIâm full.â
Gianna gritted her teeth in exasperation as she glared at his retreating figure.
What the hell! Does he have any idea how many men are smitten by my beauty? Iâll make sure he succumbs to my charm one day!
Just as Wyatt was about to go to his study, he suddenly recalled how long he hadnât been home since the day he left in a fit of anger. With that thought in mind, he turned around and went up to the third floor.
The housekeeper, who was keeping guard outside Jessicaâs room, panicked a little when she saw Wyatt. âMr. Lopez.â
âHas she eaten?â
Remembering what Gianna had instructed before, the housekeeper quickly nodded. âYes. Ms. Marsh is asleep now.â
âOkay. Iâll take a look,â Wyatt muttered before opening the bedroom door.
By then, the housekeeper was pale and trembling with fright, but she also knew it wasnât her place to stop the man.
As soon as Wyatt entered the room, he saw Jessica in bed and sleeping on her side.
He sat next to her and caressed her cheek, only to realize how small her face had gotten.
My goodness. Sheâs lost quite a bit of weight. Even the nightgown looks bigger on her now. Havenât I instructed the housekeepers to make her nutritious meals? How could she have become this thin, then? Ah... Could she be refusing to eat because sheâs still mad at me?
Knowing that was a possibility, Wyatt got frustrated and lost all desire to stay on.
He promptly left the room and turned to the housekeeper still hovering outside. âYou donât have to stand guard here anymore.
She hasnât been eating much, so itâs not like she can run far.â
Despite wanting to say something, the housekeeper held her tongue and meekly did as instructed.
Meanwhile, Jessica could feel someone caressing her face even in her sleep. Alas, her head felt so incredibly heavy that by the time she managed to force her eyes open, all she saw was a slender silhouette leaving the room.
Donât leave, Wyatt!
As much as she wanted to shout for him to stop, she realized she couldnât get any sound out.
Undeterred, Jessica got out of bed and shook her head before staggering out of the room.
She had taken cold medicine a few hours ago, but strangely enough, her symptoms seemed to have worsened. Even as she walked down the stairs, she could feel herself getting out of breath after every couple of steps.
No. I have to press on. Wyatt hardly comes here, so if I donât talk to him today, who knows when Iâll see him again?
Determined to see Wyatt, Jessica endured the waves of discomfort and hobbled down to the second floor.
Unfortunately, she didnât know which room Wyatt was in, so she continued to trudge forward and knocked on every door.
Just then, a voice rang out along the hallway. âAre you tired, Wyatt? Let me rub your shoulders for you!â
Huh? Why is there a womanâs voice?
Perplexed, Jessica quickly located the source and inched toward the room.
Since the door happened to be ajar, it wasnât long before Jessica caught sight of Wyatt seated at the table and buried in his work. What she wasnât expecting, however, was the woman standing behind him.
Tall and slender, her sheer, figure-hugging red dress left little to the imagination as she gently rubbed Wyattâs shoulders. âEven though I canât help you with work, I can keep this house spick and span. Then, youâll be so happy whenever you visit that youâll want to stay and keep me company.â