As Jessica watched Forrest pick up his phone and walk to the door, her lips twitched helplessly.
That behavior of Forrest... was quite childish.
Did that one sentence of hers make him so mad that he wanted to leave without having breakfast?
Forrest did not even look at her as he changed his shoes at the door with his head down.
The moment he put on a shoe, a sexy figure suddenly hugged him from behind with both her hands pressed to his chest.
"Hubby, I was kidding." The woman's soft voice came from behind. "Are you sure you don’t want breakfast? You made it with your own effort. If you don't eat it, it'll all be mine."
Forrest's body tensed all of a sudden.
In particular, the woman's delicate body that clung to his and her calling him 'hubby ’ triggered him.
"Have some breakfast. You drank so much last night. Your stomach will feel bad if you don't eat," Jessica continued to persuade him.
"...I'm not eating."
Forrest pulled her hands away and left huffily.
The moment the door was shut, a feeling of emptiness hit him. He lost control and kicked the wall.
D*mn it. She was just a woman, was she not?
She was just calling him 'hubby'.
The woman was like poison.
He must stay alert all the time and not fall into her trap.
However, if he did not have the breakfast he put his effort into preparing, the woman would take advantage of it.
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