Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife

Chapter 7 Isn’t He the High-end Gigolo You were Talking about?

"I don’t get you."

Blushing, Jessica looked away immediately at the sight of Lorenzo’s smirk.

The car was filled with Jessica’s unique fresh scent, which made Lorenzo’s throat dry. The girl next to

him had always been composed, independent and strong, but she got shy when he teased her.

Meanwhile, Jessica’s eyes were attracted by a pet and dessert shop by the street.

"You like it?"

Lorenzo slowed down and threw a glance in that direction.

"When I was young, my mom would take me to that shop every weekend," Jessica explained in a light

voice, but her eyes were gleaming with sadness.

"Let’s visit that shop together."

Lorenzo turned the steering wheel and pulled over to the curb smoothly.

This pet and dessert shop was famous in Ameriart, and it had a history of several decades. People

usually came for the various kinds of dessert it offered, as well as cute animals.

Therefore, this pet and dessert shop had made up most of Jessica’s happy memories with her mother.

Jessica was 20 now, and it had been over ten years since she had last visited this shop. Suddenly, she

felt a lump in her throat and jerked her head up stubbornly, because she didn’t want him to see her

when she was emotionally vulnerable.

"I’m going to powder my nose," Jessica made an excuse and left at once.

Lorenzo saw clearly Jessica was fighting back the tears. What a stubborn and cute little girl!

Lorenzo pushed open the door and strode into the shop.

"Really? You mean Jessica keeps a gigolo behind Mr. Fletcher’s back?!"

Coincidentally, Bianca was also hanging out with her friend, Matilda Jenkins, in this shop. Matilda heard

what Bianca said and exclaimed in surprise.

"Of course! I saw her getting off that man’s car," Bianca said with absolute certainty, sneering.

"It’s said that high-end gigolos are popular, and they get paid handsomely. Since Jessica just came

back, I wonder where she gets the money to keep a high-end gigolo." Matilda was confused.

"I can tell the man in that car isn’t some ordinary gigolo. He must be a top-tier one, but…"

Before Bianca finished her sentence, a deep and mellow voice interrupted her.

"I want all of them, one for each."

Both Bianca and Matilda’s attention was attracted by that voice, and the two moved their gaze to that

big and tall figure.

There seemed to be nothing special about that man, but one of good sense could tell he was wearing a

custom-made suit. His ripped body was perfectly shown via the fine cutting, and the outline of his

muscle was faintly discernible through the cloth.

"Look at him, Bianca! That man is a piece of art! So is he the one you were talking about?"

Matilda had seen many handsome men before, but no one was like the man in front of her now. Her

heart started to pound as she blushed slightly.

His handsome profile, his powerful physique… If…

Bianca also put all her attention on the man. He seemed aloof and detached in that pale gray suit, and

he was brimming with an enchanting sense of asceticism. He was one in a million.

"Hey, you said Jessica is keeping a high-end gigolo. Could he also be this type?"

Matilda plucked gently at Bianca’s sleeve as she spoke.

"Come on! She doesn’t deserve a gigolo of his type! She was broke when she was kicked out of the

house, and she just came back. She can’t have the money to keep a high-end gigolo like him. She

must be keeping an old and ugly one."

Bianca would never believe that Jessica, who was destitute, had the money to keep a high-end gigolo.

Probably, he rented that car to put up a front.

"Sir, two kinds of dessert in the set you ordered are in very limited supply, and unfortunately, one of

them was bought by those two ladies behind you," the shop assistant said apologetically, hoping that

Lorenzo would understand it.

"Sir, it’s just dessert. If you like it, I can give it to you."

Bianca seized the opportunity and minced up to Lorenzo, saying with a smile.

"Now that we’ve met, could you leave me a number?"

Prompt, direct and resolute, that was how Bianca did things.

Meanwhile, she pulled down the neckline of her gown on purpose.

Bianca was never some coy girl. She knew she was pretty, and used her appearance to hook up with a

lot of rich kids, but very few men made her heart throb.

"It’s all right. I just want two to make up the quantity. I don’t care about the price."

Lorenzo didn’t even cast a glance at the passionate Bianca, passing his diamond card to the shop

manager as he spoke.

The shop manager took the diamond card with both hands and recognized the special logo on it

instantly, which was an abstract black dragon flying in the clouds, with Lorenzo's purple diamond

monogram in the center of the card.

In Ameriart, only the Fletcher family , the Watts family, the Lloyd family and the Dawson family had the

privilege to own this card.

Thinking of this, the shop manager almost fainted. He dreaded to think that such a privileged man

would appear in this little shop.

"This… This way please. I’ll be right back."

The shop manager kept nodding and took Lorenzo to a comfortable seat reverently before he rushed

into the kitchen.

Bianca and Matilda exchanged glances in puzzlement. She wondered why the shop manager, who had

always been condescending, would be so respectful to that man.

Bianca used her connections and waited for almost two weeks to get the set of dessert.

Meanwhile, Lorenzo walked elegantly to the newspaper stand, picked up a financial magazine and

leafed through it.

It was the first time that Bianca had been ignored by a man. She came up with another idea, which was

to play weak.

"Ah, I’m having low blood sugar. I feel so dizzy…"

Then she fell deliberately in Lorenzo’s direction.

Crash!

"Ouch! It hurts!"

Bianca ended up hitting the table and chairs before falling to the ground, sweat glistening on her

forehead.

Lorenzo stayed calm and ran away from Bianca quietly, who was making a dive for his legs.

"Well, are you putting on some show, Bianca? I’m not your audience and you don’t have to bow to me."

Jessica’s surprised voice suddenly rang out.

"Shouldn’t you be… Why are you here?"

Bianca fought back the pain and staggered to her feet, trying not to embarrass herself.

Jessica should be having sex with Rocco at this moment. Why would she turn up here?

"What took you so long?"

Lorenzo took Jessica in his arms naturally and wrapped his arm around her tiny waist.

Bianca was stunned to see that. How did Jessica hook up with this man? NôvelDrama.Org owns all © content.

"Jessica, tell me! Who the hell is he?"

Bianca pointed her finger at Jessica.

"Isn’t he the high-end gigolo you were talking about?"

Jessica smirked.