Chapter 75

Jessica clutched a bag, eyes unfocused as she stared at the man ahead. "Don't touch me, you prick!" A groan lingered in the air. Jason stood about three feet away, his lower back aching and his frown deepening. He dared not get too close. Just then, Zachary's car pulled up to the curb. He got out quickly and rushed over, taking one look at the tipsy Jesicca and the flush on her neck. She opened her arms wide and wrapped them around his waist. "Zachary…" He froze for a second, then quickly placed his hands on her waist to steady her. "What's wrong?" He gently patted her head. When he saw her bare feet, he didn't hesitate to bend down and scoop her into his arms. "Nice wife you've got there, Zachary." Jason pointed at Jessica, then showed off the bruise on his arm and the side of his waist. "You called me, so I came right away. Saw her sitting here alone, figured I'd check on her, and boom—she threw me over her shoulder like a pro wrestler." "I didn't ask," Zachary responded nonc