Chapter 464 Grandfather Is Ill

But to Jessica's surprise, Daniel didn't react at all after a few seconds of waiting. When she turned

to look at him, the idiot had fallen asleep? He was already snoring, just like a dead pig in quiet

repose.

Little did Jessica know, Daniel wasn't actually asleep; he was practicing "The Seven Dragon

Scriptures." Jessica's actions had ignited a fire in him that he needed to quell with "The Seven

Dragon Scriptures." Otherwise, that small flame would consume him, propelling him into madness.

And of course, besides "The Seven Dragon Scriptures," there was another way to resolve it—

Jessica could have handled the consequences of her own actions with more direct measures. But it

seemed she wouldn't do that.

Daniel found himself in an awkward position, left to practice "The Seven Dragon Scriptures" on his

own in his frustration.

Jessica emerged from the room carrying a face full of minor grievances. The ever-curious Beauty

couldn't help but inquire, "That was quick, what happened with the country boy?"

Annoyed by the insinuation, Jessica pinched Beauty, eliciting a surprisingly melodious yelp.

"Ah!"

"Stop making stuff up! I was just disciplining that idiot. Don't let your imagination run wild!"

"I shouldn't let my imagination run wild? You say you were disciplining him? How exactly were you

doing that? When I was in the room, you were already on top of him. Who knows what you would

be capable of when I'm not there?"

"Do you want me to try it on you, you brat?"

Jessica's hands got to work playfully tormenting Beauty until she fled laughing and running.

Their boisterous laughter reached into the room where Daniel was trying hard to train, now

disturbed by the ruckus outside.

The next morning, bright and early, Daniel, who had spent the night practicing "The Seven Dragon

Scriptures," had just entered dreamland.

"Slap!"

A firm smack on his rear end woke him up. As he opened his sleepy eyes, he found Jessica by the

bed, dressed provocatively in a fiery red dress that accentuated her curves.

"You disrupted my sleep in the middle of the night, and now you're at it again. Do you ever let me

sleep?"

"Sleep? You've got no time for sleeping! Get ready; we're heading back to New York."

"Back to New York? Isn't your grandfather's 80th birthday a few days away? Why are we going back

now?"

"My grandfather suddenly fell critically ill; he's in the hospital receiving emergency care. Hurry and

come with me, and bring your plastic bag. Maybe you can save him."

"Are you asking me to save your grandfather?"

"I'm not asking you, you fool—I'm ordering you! You have to bring him back to life!"

"And if I manage to save your grandfather, shouldn’t you give me some kind of reward?"

"What kind of reward are you expecting?"

"We've been married for so long, yet we've never done what a husband and wife are supposed to

do. Despite being married, I feel like I'm not."

"Get lost! In your dreams!"

Of course, Jessica would refuse. No matter when or how Daniel posed the question, her answer

was the same.

She wasn’t about to give in so easily. Indeed, she wouldn't cooperate willingly. No matter what, as a

woman, she had to offer some resistance before giving in halfway.