[What do you think now? You just recovered from a serious illness and your husband didn't accompany you, but ran to my side without stopping. Why not let you see how John worked hard on me.]
Jessica still sent me a message in a boastful manner and the following attachment was a five-minute video.
In the past, every time I clicked on the video, my heart was like a thousand sharp swords piercing through it, but now, I was much calm than ever before.
Jessica held up the phone and shot from the angle of John's back.
"You little devil, why can't you wait for this little while? I'll teach you a lesson today."
John's doting tone reached his ears.
Jessica's mouth corners kept rising and she asked John coquettishly. "Mr. Lagerfeld, tell me, in your heart, who is the best, me or Monica?"
John's arched back suddenly paused and he looked at the woman under him with sharp eyes.
"Jessica, I advise you to recognize your status, Monica will always be the wife of my Lagerfeld Family. You are just a tool for me to warm the bed, just serve me well, don't think about those unrealistic things. In my heart, you are not even as good as Monica's toe."