Chapter 11

Washing up took longer than usual this time. When Jessica walked out of the bathroom, Blake was already awake.

The firm muscles on his naked chest looked like they had been smeared with honey. His skin color was a healthy glow, and the characteristics of the perfect man were extremely pronounced on his body.

The man was unusually charming in the morning. He lazily slouched on the bed and looked at her, his gaze was as cold as ice and as sharp as knives.

Jessica was surprised when she saw his finger pointing at the marriage certificate.

The worn-out little booklet had seen better days. No matter how vibrant the red cover was before, it had lost its vividness under many layers of cellophane tape. The old-looking booklet did not match his long fingers with his distinctive joints as though his perfect hand ruined the red little booklet, making it a cruel scene to behold.

He looked at her coldly and said, “Did you just keep it under your pillow?”

Jessica did not deny it since he had found the marriage certificate. Was it not obvious enough?

“Do you take it out and look at it every morning?” He shook his fingers as he ridiculed her, “So, you tore it apart out of regret before, and now you want to tear it into pieces again?”

Was it cherish or anger on his face? His nonchalant gaze was ambiguous, thus she did not know what kind of answer he was seeking.

Jessica sighed. She puckered her lips and signed with her hands, “Yesterday, your mother told me that she wants me to leave. She said…”

Before she could finish conveying her message, Blake rudely interrupted her with a frustrated tone, “Okay, stop it. I don’t know what you are trying to say.”

He lifted the blanket off him and stood up before he walked past her into the bathroom. When he walked past her, a slight breeze blew on her face, and she felt chilly.

Bang!

The door was slammed shut loudly, and the mansion felt like it shook for a moment.