Chapter 258

"It doesn't matter if I make money or not. What matters is that my wife's happy. Of course, if I can both make money and keep my wife happy, that's even better." Jessica shot Zachary a glance. "You smooth talker." He smirked. "You already know whether or not that's true." Jessica couldn't be bothered to respond. Zachary was getting worse by the day. The car soon came to a stop in front of a grand villa. Zachary stepped out first and extended a hand to Jessica, who slipped her fingers into his and let him help her down with care. For the moment, she thought he looked utterly otherworldly. He was just like a nobleman, refined and polished. Even after getting out of the car, her gaze stayed glued to him, as though she wanted to drink in every inch of him. That cursed possessiveness surged up out of nowhere again. Her eyes clung to him. She couldn't look away at all. It felt like he had unknowingly cast a spell on her—one that bound her entirely to him. The moment she got out o