novelxo Chapter 230 Threat Of Suicide
Chapter 230 Threat of Suicide
Meanwhile.
The bodyguards directly escorted Jessica back to the Miller household.
Henry wasn't home these few days. He'd gone out of the city for business. So aside from the servants, there was only Jessica and Shawn at home.
Seeing Jessica get dragged back by a pair of bodyguards, everyone jumped for shock.
The lead maid came up to see what was going on, but the bodyguards glared her back.
The well-built men looked at them and rumbled, "This is the young master's will. The madam can only stay in her room tonight. None of you are allowed to let her out or see her, and that's that." "But why?"
"What's with the questions? Whatever the young master says, we do. There's no need to ask about anything else."
With that, the two bodyguards left.
Jessica's hysterical sobs and the sound of crashing and splintering came from the bedroom.
The servants looked at each other and didn't dare say anything.
It took until morning the next day for Shawn to get back.
The moment he entered, the servants in the house looked at him like their savior was here, with burning eyes. Expressionlessly, he asked, "Where's the madam?"
"S-she's upstairs! She was smashing things for a full night and only stopped at four or five in the morning."
He sneered mockingly.
That's how this woman was.
The moment she came up against something she didn't like, all she knew was to break things and throw tantrums. She wasn't capable of anything else.
Not like Natalia, who always had a logical solution.
He never thought that way when he was with Natalia, and he'd disliked her calmness and rationality.
He'd felt that she lacked feminine pride and sensibility.
At that time, Jessica's tantrums and self-centeredness had seemed cute to him.
The purest expression of girlhood.
Shawn walked upstairs.
Maybe because she'd gone at it all night and really was tired, but when the servants opened the door and he went in, it wasn't the messy interior that he saw but the woman lying on the rug in the center of the bedroom, sleeping soundly.
She'd taken a razor to the entire mattress, the photo frame on the wall, the makeup on the vanity, the clothes in the closet.
All of it had been shredded. Even a full robbery was less devastating than this scene.
As prepared as the servants were, they still recoiled.
Shawn, though, was quite calm.
He'd expected an image like this, so he didn't really feel anything at the sight.
He was just a bit surprised as he looked at the sleeping woman on the rug.
Looked like she wasn't stupid to an incurable degree.
At least she'd only taken the razor to her things, not her wrists.
He muttered, "You can leave."
The servants looked at each other, said "okay" in unison, and left.
Shawn strode inside and shut the door.
Jessica wasn't sleeping that soundly.
She could feel someone coming in.
But she didn't want to get up or react. The whole night's ordeal had already taken all her strength and patience.
All that was left in her heart was failure and numbness.
A soft pair of house slippers stopped before her face.
Shawn looked down at her from above, his voice low. "Is that all you could do? I thought you'd break the door down and escape."
Jessica didn't reply.
She was just a frail woman. As vicious as her heart could get, her physique wasn't up to it.
To make the mess she had in one night, she'd sustained a fair bit of damage herself. Her fingers, for example, had been sliced open by the razor in several places.
Because she'd tried to bash the door open, her arm had amassed some bruises as well.
Lying there in her torn dress, her disheveled state somehow had with it a sort of attractiveness.
After a while, her lips parted.
"If you want to laugh at me, go ahead! Don't hold back."
Shawn cocked an eyebrow.
He crouched down in front of her.
Those eyes that she'd once loved so much bored into her with none of the warmth from before. There was only a glacier inside them.
"You're not going to make a show of trying to commit suicide?"
Jessica smirked.
"Why would I kill myself? Living's great, isn't it? I've got nice clothes. I've got good food. I'm still the daughter of the Dawson family. Even if we divorce, I've still got my money and my lifestyle. Besides, I'm still young. Even if I leave you, I can find a better man and live out the rest of my life nicely. Why would I commit suicide?"
Shawn hadn't expected her to be able to say all that.
He sneered and said softly, "Seems like you're not as true to me as you think! Then what was last night all about?"
Jessica looked at him woodenly, without speaking.
Shawn reached out and brushed her messy hair, murmuring, "Do you know how much damage that insane show you put on has done to me, to the Miller family, to Century Entertainment and to yourself?"
Jessica remained silent.
Her bright eyes had dimmed, looking like the orbs of a dead fish.
Shawn continued, "Luckily, I sealed the news in time. People probably think you just got drunk and won't think about it too much. Otherwise, all that money Century dumped on you and the Kalaneige endorsement is going to go down the drain."
Seeing Jessica still keep her current expression, Shawn raised an eyebrow.
"Don't you have anything to say?"
Jessica smirked.
"What's there to say? You want me to apologize? To admit I've done wrong? To beg you to take pity on me and love me again? What good would that do? A heartless man like you sees nothing but profit. If that's the case, why should I waste the effort?"
Shawn laughed.
"I only just noticed today that you're pretty smart. You're not dumb enough to try crying your way back into a man's heart now that things have gotten as far as they have today."
Jessica's lips curved self-deprecatingly, and she didn't say anything.
Shawn continued, "What should I do? I'm starting to appreciate you again!"
"Thanks for your appreciation, but I don't need it. Out with it, then! What do you want from me?"
"You're my wife, so what could I want from you? I want you to live well and stop giving me trouble. You know that some things are a hassle to deal with, and I've never liked hassles." Jessica blinked, surprised.
"You're not getting a divorce?"
"Why would I divorce you?"
He bent over slightly, getting closer to her face, so she could see his expression more clearly.
It was such a cold, cruel face, that even with a smile on his lips, it sent chills down the spine.