Newlywed Wife Is The Boss

“Mrs. Fletcher, this is it.”

Housekeeper Ela takes Jessica to the room at the end of the hallway.

“Housekeeper Ela, how is this room … in the style of Mr. Fletcher? Are you leading the wrong way?”

The moment Jessica pushed the door in, the whole person flinched in place and his hand shook slightly.

The large bedroom is understated and luxurious, a subdued and restrained tone of high grey, just like Lorenzo’s own personality.

“Mrs. Fletcher, don’t worry, there is no wrong room, this is Eldest young master’s private residence, all the decorations are arranged and designed by Eldest young master, except the old Mrs. Fletcher’s room, all other rooms are similar. .”

Housekeeper Ela hurriedly accompanied by a smile and shook her head to explain.

“So.”

Jessica thought about it, there was nothing wrong with it, and stepped into the room.

“Housekeeper Ela, it’s better to call me Jessica, if one day in front of Mr. Fletcher called smooth, it will not be easy to explain.”

“That … good Jessica, you have also worked hard, hurry up and rest, I will not bother you much.”

Housekeeper Ela smiles and looks over at Jessica.

“Well, you, too, have worked hard.”

Jessica nodded and stepped into the room.

Housekeeper Ela saw that Jessica didn’t suspect anything and her heart was hanging on the edge of her seat.

Phew, she should now learn the most, is not straight and strong, lying can not blush and heartbeat accelerated.

Jessica closed the door to her room and prepared to take a shower and change clothes, only to find that the closet was full of men’s clothes, and the bathrobe was also men’s, and there was no change of clothes for her.

The weather is so hot, if not a shower is too uncomfortable, she had to retreat to the next best thing, looking for a men’s wide version of the bath towel.

In addition to the grandmother is Lorenzo live here, Adrian is impossible to live here, so inferred that the bath towel should also be Lorenzo’s.

But Lorenzo should be living in the master bedroom, she temporary use should not be a big problem, tomorrow during the day, and then put some change of clothes to the dressing room.

Jessica took a pretty quick shower, found a hair dryer around her towel, dried her hair and went to bed.

She wondered if she was overthinking it, or if it was indeed true. Jessica sniffed carefully, the thin blanket was stained with Lorenzo’s sweet scent, clear and giving a sense of complete security.

Jessica recalled every time she had met Lorenzo since she arrived in Fretston, her heart smothered with pain, her eyes a little sore, and she took several sets of deep breaths before she could barely fall asleep.

…

“Lorenzo, since you’re already here, why don’t you come in and have a seat? My parents went abroad and probably won’t be back until the morning after tomorrow, and my grandmother went on a trip with her friends and isn’t home either.”

Beatrice saw Lorenzo stop the car and hurried to speak.

Lorenzo sniffed silently, the dim light of the roadside gently sprinkled on his body, so that his originally handsome appearance, become more elegant, from the bones of a kind of noble and unspeakable temperament, he will be eyes fell in the passenger seat of Beatrice.

“I … I mean …”

Beatrice regretted when she finished speaking, she cursed herself for being too hasty, such a hint was too obvious, Lorenzo is such a smart man, it is impossible not to hear the meaning of the words.

Her face instantly flushed through and she couldn’t speak well.

“It’s not convenient, you be safe and lock the door.”

Lorenzo’s eyes looked ahead, his voice clear and cold.

Beatrice’s heart was clogged, he did this every time, rebuffed cleanly, and every time she thought it was Lorenzo’s initiative to approach her, he would tell himself that it was his father’s intention.

Lorenzo is extremely patient, see Beatrice hesitant to get out of the car, still not a word, calmly lit a cigarette, carelessly puff, smoke from his thin lips slowly spilled.

The scene in front of you is even thinner than the night.

Beatrice never took her eyes off Lorenzo, who she felt was like an enigma, impossible to see and impossible to guess.

Today she is a frustrated mess, originally wanted to use the old Mrs. Fletcher to please Lorenzo, but the old Mrs. Fletcher’s current situation, has reached the level of powerlessness, she returned to no avail.

“I know you are very sad about Grandma, but there is always a way, and Grandma will be lucky.”

Beatrice spoke solemnly.

“Hmm.”

Lorenzo took a sharp puff on his cigarette and was silent for a while before responding, still not even giving Beatrice a glance.

“Then you be safe on the road.”

Beatrice, no matter how active she is, can’t stand Lorenzo’s cold and uncaring attitude, so she leaves a message, pushes open the car door and leaves.

Lorenzo continued smoking without reaction, ignoring Beatrice’s departure and not moving the car away.

Grandma’s condition was like taking away his last straw, making him suffocate, even breathing was painful, he dared not imagine if one day his grandmother left, he would be how?

Grandchildren depend on each other for so long, he can’t just watch his grandmother leave this world.

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The old Mrs. Fletcher is a disease of the heart, and without a cure for the heart, it’s just a pointless struggle,” the international expert Lorenzo hired at great expense told him.

Now the grandmother has reached the level of difficulty swallowing, he knew in his heart people, people to this step, basically equivalent to the end of life.

After the third cigarette, he twisted out the butt fiercely, regained his mood and stepped on the gas, the car flew in the direction of the villa.

…

Venus Villa.

Lorenzo will go to the time although it is very late, but still in accordance with the customary first go to the grandmother’s room to see the situation, he gently pushed open the door, the old Mrs. Fletcher has gone to sleep, he did not dare to disturb the grandmother rest, stood in the doorway for a while, before the door closed and turned to leave.

Lorenzo, who was 　　irritable, took a cold shower and walked to the bed, just to lift the blanket, where his hands touched a silky smooth.

Lorenzo big hand like an electric shock, shaking a little, back to a fierce hand to lift the thin blanket.

It’s Jessica?

How could she be in her master bedroom?

Lorenzo paid attention for a while, only to find that Jessica had long since fallen asleep, breathing very steadily, the only covering she was wrapped in, was the bath towel he had been using, her figure was extraordinarily good, lush and undulating curves, the beauty was incomparable.

A fine waist, so he could not help but want to take for himself.

From the angle Lorenzo was standing, he could see Jessica’s hidden, deep career line, the hem of the bath towel barely covered the most private location, his eyes were all white and delicate skin, the palm of the silk-like feeling, leading to his sexy throat knot sliding, the blood flowing backwards throughout his body.

After all, he is a man, and previously overwhelmed by his grandmother’s condition, in addition to busy work is busy looking for a famous doctor, the tension is not timely relief.

If it is said to relieve stress, he can use high-intensity exercise, to achieve the effect of the heart of the repressed emotions, but Lorenzo simply do not have time to go to the gym to exercise.

There is also one of the most direct ways to relieve stress, right in front of you, where both mind and body can get the ultimate satisfaction, more soothing to Lorenzo than intense mechanical training.

It’s not that Beatrice hadn’t hinted at him 　　before, but Lorenzo simply wasn’t the least bit interested in her, and was even a bit disgusted.

But the girl in front of Lorenzo at this time, but the fastest and maximum stimulation of his essence.

Sleeping Jessica did not wear a mask, skin like snow, air like an orchid, own a noble and holy.

Lorenzo has seen a lot of beautiful women, those people in his eyes, are mediocre, simply can not enter his eyes, his eyes from Jessica’s eyebrows slowly down to the cherry lips, and then to …