Chapter 175

Jesse should have been happy that Nydia was no longer acting, but he felt empty inside and couldn’t express his disappointment.

During this period of time, he was extremely irritable, which scared Vergil, until Nydia sent a text message.

Although Jesse’s reply at this time was, “How do I know if it’s not you and Willette working together?”

Vergil could tell that his boss was no longer as irritable as before.

“Your baby is hurt, and it hurts~” Nydia sent.

When Jesse saw this sentence, there was no expression on his face, but his heart skipped a beat. He knew that this woman liked to make a big deal out of things, after all, he still remembered how she deliberately bit her own finger.

However, when Nydia sent a photo, his eyes narrowed instantly, and Vergil, who was standing nearby, quickly sensed a dangerous aura approaching and immediately moved to the side.

Jesse enlarged the photo and saw the wound on the forehead clearly. A murderous intent flashed in his dark eyes, but the words he typed on the phone’s keyboard were: “Acting again!”

Nydia was almost furious when she saw this sentence. “Jesse, you bastard!”

She looked at the bed and suddenly missed the pillow with Jesse’s portrait on it. She wanted to beat it to death!

She threw the phone aside and didn’t want to send any more messages.

Love it or leave it.

After more than an hour, it was already past twelve o’clock and Nydia was hungry. She couldn’t help but send a text message to Jesse: “I’m so hungry.”

Jesse put down his phone and looked at Vergil. Vergil felt a tremble in his body and his whole body tightened.

“Boss, what are your orders?” Vergil asked.

“Do you know which room my wife is staying in at the Malone Villa?” Jesse asked.

“I, I don’t know.” How would I know about this kind of thing?

Jesse immediately drew a picture for him and circled the window of the room where Nydia was staying.

“Find a way to deliver food to her through this window,” Jesse said.

Vergil almost knelt down for Jesse. “Boss, I’m only human.”

He looked at Jesse firmly, but Jesse didn’t speak and waited for him to continue.

“I’m not Spider-Man, Superman, Batman, or Iron Man. I can’t do it!”

If he really did it, tomorrow there might be news like this: “A man sneaked up to a woman’s window and opened it, only to throw a piece of bread inside.”

“Find a way!” Jesse said.

“…” Why am I the one suffering because you’re pampering your wife?

Vergil could only accept his fate and find a way to arrange for someone to deliver the food. They must be reliable and must not reveal that Jesse was the one who sent it.

“Also, you go contact the media and say that I will accept an interview at 7 o’clock tonight.”

“Okay, I’ll arrange it now,” Vergil said. As soon as he walked to the door, he heard Jesse’s voice from behind him, “The variety of food you deliver must be more diverse and balanced in nutrition.”

Vergil rolled his eyes and turned his back. Do I have to prepare a feast too?!