My Supermodel Wife

Chapter 735 - Jean’s Messy Feelings

After replying to Harold's message, Lilia held her cellphone and looked at the man standing by the window.

Since entering the house, he has been standing by the window staring at the thick night without saying a word, looking absolutely mesmerizing.

In the transparent and bright living room, they were very close, and Lilia could even see his shoulder line as he breathed.

But even at such a close distance, the atmosphere around them seemed suspended.

She stared at Jean's back for a moment, thinking of a topic to break the silence.

Before she could say anything, the man turned around and looked at her calmly. "Hurry and rest."

Lilia's clear eyes showed traces of loneliness, and she nodded reluctantly. "How about you?"

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"I have something else in the study that I need to work on. You go to sleep first, don't wait for me." The man slowly stood in front of her, put his thumb on her cheek, and gently rubbed it.

Lilia lifted her head and stared into his deep eyes, not knowing what to say.

Her husband's anger didn't seem to have completely calmed yet...

Maybe he needs time to cool down.

Lilia thought about this and did not delay it anymore. After grabbing the man's hand and climbing the stairs together, she reached for his lips and kissed it, then returned to the bedroom.

She left her man standing frozen, staring at her figure in silence.

At either end of the corridor, they entered different rooms.

When Lilia returned to her bedroom, she closed the door and her shoulders drooped. Then she sat on the end of the bed with her head bowed.

She stared blankly at a place, and she remembered Jean's expression when the man opened the door with a panicked face. Lilia didn't think that losing contact for a few hours would burn her husband's heart that much.

At that moment, her husband's handsome face was clearly etched with worry mixed with anger.

Even though it was just a glimpse, she could still recall the anxiety and tension buried deep in those blue eyes.

Her husband was always happy and calm, so Lilia did not expect that he also had such an expression.

She shrugged her shoulders and sighed heavily, then lowered her eyelids and looked at the phone in her hand. She couldn't help but hit the phone twice and muttered irritably, "I usually see you eight hundred times a day, but why are you disappointing me today!"

When the anger ended, Lilia scrolled through the screen, entered the search page, and typed a sentence: What should I do if my husband is angry?

That night, she began to study hard to persuade her husband in the bedroom!

Unsolicited advice can help sometimes!

As for Jean, the first time he stepped into the study, he shook his head and sighed.

Then he walked over to the table and took a seat and lit a cigarette.

He narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and as the white mist rose, the smoke obscured his face and expression.

His gaze dropped, and there were traces of fatigue and worry in his face.

He didn't want to distance himself on purpose, but his wife had to take a lesson from today's troubles.

Therefore, he resisted the urge to hug her and came to the study alone to sort out his emotions.

As the man leaned back in the chair and stretched out his legs, his eyes were fixed on the fading cigarette butt.

He did not know how long he had been here, it was clear that he had smoked three cigarettes.

The phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated, then the man arched his brows and pulled out his phone to answer.

The call was from Clifford.

"Young master, everything is normal at the hotel. Miss Alice came with four bodyguards, and they stayed in the room next to hers."

The man didn't speak at all. Even though he believed in Clifford's investigative abilities, he still felt that things felt strange.

He was silent for a few seconds and then said, "Send a team to stand guard near the hotel to ensure his safety."

"Yes, young master." After Clifford answered, he heard the man's deep exhortation.

His eyes were dim, and he lowered his voice and answered, "Don't worry young master, I'll set it right."

After their call was hung up, Clifford stood in the corner of the hotel corridor, glanced at the room Alice was staying in, then lowered his eyelids for a moment to think. After that, he turned and walked towards the elevator.

When the doors closed, a man in a waiter uniform slowly walked down the stairs opposite him.

This man, unknown to his age, had a rickety body and a mask on his face, also half-length hair covering one of his eye sockets.

He saw the elevator descending to the first floor, and sighed softly.

...

Inside the study, Jean gazed at the ashtray on the table with a deep expression on his cold cheeks.

He didn't hesitate and called Vincent again.

After three beeps, the other party answered, "Oh, so rare for you to call. What's up?"

"You told Alice my address?"

Vincent fell silent after hearing that voice.

After hesitating for a long time, he groaned. "What is going on? Do you not consider it appropriate for me to give out your home address?"

He still makes sense!

The man rubbed his brows and said in a low tone, "What else did you say to her?"

Vincent opens the chat box. "What's wrong? Is she giving you trouble? Actually, I revealed your address by accident. The woman is smart, she knew I like to drink and so she got me drunk. It can't be denied that I'll say a lot of things when I'm drunk. She had never been to Indonesia before, so she was always curious. I didn't think much of it at the time. After all, she's already appeared and there's nothing to say."

Vincent's explanation makes sense! The man didn't investigate too much, he just asked indifferently, "Uncle Lorenzo agreed to let her go?"

Vincent mused, then chuckled. "I guess her father obviously doesn't agree, but if Alice is willing to do something, I don't think even her father can stop her."

"Well... Did something happen in Parma recently?"

Jean's question made Vincent freeze.

"It's okay, it's fine in here. I thought… You are the one with the problem!"

The man was silent perhaps for a long time without a sound. Vincent didn't spend long thinking about it, so he added, "If something happened, there might be one thing worth telling you. The disabled servant of Alice's family who took special care of you in the past…. Do you still remember that person?"

"Enrico? What's with him?"

"Yes!" Vincent said with a nod. "Alice took him to my house a while ago and asked me to heal his throat. Unfortunately, it was too late. His throat wasn't immediately treated when his condition worsened in the early years. I don't know why that woman suddenly asked me to treat him. It has been ten years and I'm not a God so how come I can heal him!"

The man's calm expression was momentarily stunned. "Enrico asks for treatment himself?"

Vincent answered happily, "I don't know, I didn't ask! When Alice took him, she told me to help him. I don't know what hurt his throat at that time. The broken cords all stick together. Then, the uncle came forward and begged me to perform surgery on him. He even brought specially prepared medicine. However, it was impossible for him to return to his normal speech rate. But now, he could say something simple. But if I may say, his voice is…. Awful!"