Chapter 3 This is my wife
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"Jessica."
Orlando stood at the bathroom door, raised his delicate brows slightly, and looked at her with interest. "Are you checking my phone calls?"
Jessica didn't want to argue with him because she felt uncomfortable. Therefore, she got off the bed and walked silently into the bathroom.
When she closed the bathroom door, she heard him gently speak.
"Yes, I'm home."
"OK, I'll go back tomorrow. What do you want to eat?"
"Fine! Wait for me."
Jessica tutted and felt a little strange. She had not expected the heir to the Pratts to be in unrequited love like ordinary people.
After Jessica exited the bathroom, she picked up the clothes on the floor and put them on. Orlando grabbed her by the arm when she was about to leave and said, "Go back home with me tomorrow."
With cold eyes, Jessica pushed his hand away and said, "If you want to please your beloved woman, don't get me involved."
She had signed an agreement with him, but her obligation was limited to breaking up with Cason. She would not do anything else for Helen.
Orlando frowned, "Who is my beloved woman? Why do you suddenly lose your temper?"
Regardless of her resistance, he pulled her under the quilt, stripped off the clothes she had just put on, and pressed her in his arms, saying, "Sleep."
In the morning, Jessica lay in bed. She didn't want to go, so she refused to get up. But Orlando had plenty of ways to deal with her. He stretched out to open the curtains and lifted her quilt, asking, "Can you still sleep?"
Feeling the strong sunshine, Jessica narrowed her eyes and vaguely saw someone walking in the opposite house.
She screamed, jumped off the bed, and threw herself into Orlando's arms, who was waiting beside the bed. She didn't know he had played a trick on her until hearing his deep laugh from above her head.
Orlando was in a good mood, so he tightly hugged her naked body, lowered his head to peck her lips, and said, "You're too timid. People can't see you from outside. I'm just teasing you."
"Jerk." Jessica rolled her eyes, pushed him away, and entered the bathroom.
Orlando was in a good mood, so he was not angry.
On the way to the old house, Jessica had tried to run away several times, but Orlando had stopped her every time. He seemed to be addicted to playing with her. When he pressed her into his arms like petting a cat, he said, "Every time you try to run away, I'll take off one of your clothes. I wonder whether you have enough clothes today."
Then, he looked at her breasts and said, "Let me see how many clothes you wear."
Jessica immediately clutched her chest in fright and snapped, "Pervert."
Hearing this, Orlando laughed.
When they arrived at the old house, Bender and Angie played chess in the yard. Seeing Orlando coming with a woman, they exchanged glances and saw doubts in each other's eyes.
Angie asked, "Who is this young lady?"
Orlando smiled, pulled Jessica forward from behind him, gripped her waist with his big hands, and said, "Honey, say hello to your mother-in-law."
Hearing this, all the other three people turned to look at him.
Jessica stretched out to pinch the back of his hand hard. She was furious. But because of the presence of his parents, she could only lower her voice when asking, "You agreed to hide our marriage, right?"
Orlando lowered his head and said with an innocent look, "You asked me to hide our marriage from the outside world. But my parents are not outsiders."
Jessica was speechless.
The atmosphere instantly soured. Fortunately, Angie was shrewd. She quickly stood up, took Jessica's hand, and lovingly asked, "What's your name?"
"Mrs. Pratt, my name is Jessica."
When Orlando was about to correct the address, Bender pulled him aside by the arm and asked, "What's the matter with you? Did you hire her to fool us?"
Orlando raised his eyebrows and said, "You are quite imaginative."
"Listen, I know what you're up to. But you must go on the blind date this weekend no matter what."
Hearing this, Orlando unhurriedly put a cigarette in his mouth, lighted it, and said, "You can arrange it if you're not afraid of embarrassment."
"What an ungrateful son you are!"
Bender was so angry that he flung his sleeves and walked away without looking back.
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