Let go of me, Sir
Chapter 5's

Marco exuded a cold aura. She was only a few inches away from Jessy and Jessy was instantly awakened by her cold aura. Facing his evil gaze, he did not know where to look.

Suddenly, he grabbed his chin. He was forced to raise his head and look at her.

"Marco, why are you back?" Jessy asked in panic.

"I can go back whenever I want. Do I need to report to you?" Marco knelt on the bed. Ignoring Jessy's resistance, she pressed down on her body, grabbing her wrist without a light heart.

He felt his body become stiff. He continued to fight and thrash, but his legs were clamped by him.

Jessy panic. He had never seen Marco like this before. He was now like a ferocious wolf that wanted to tear him apart and swallow him whole. He was so scared of her when she was like this. In his memory, Marco was gentle and delicate. But now, things have gotten a little fuzzy.

Jessy began to beg for mercy, "Marco, sick."

"Jessy, you disgust me. Your face and body make me nauseous" Marco said. At the same time, she thought, "Women like Jessy really don't deserve to be treated well. Patience for him is not necessary."

Jessy's body stiffened. He bit his lower lip hard. His face was deathly pale like old paper under the dim light.

He had gotten used to Marco's insulting words, but for some reason, he still felt heartache, as if he was being squeezed in someone's palm.

Marco rarely returns. And when she's at home, she just invites her to have sex. It seemed like she had to fulfill her obligations as a wife.

Today, Brenda was injured. Logically speaking, Marco was supposed to be in the hospital comforting his lover. However, he was in his room now in the middle of the night. Jessy thought for a moment and found the answer. Most likely because he had a conflict with Brenda. Otherwise, how would he be able to meet her at this moment?

But for tonight, Jessy really didn't have the strength to deal with it. He pushed his strong chest, in an attempt to escape. As his body straightened, his long hair on the back of his head was dragged from behind.

Jessy screamed in pain as she leaned back. "Marco, it's too late. I don't want to be in touch with you!"

Jessy had no idea why these words provoked Marco. The gloomy expression on his face was terrifying under the light. She grabbed Jessy's hand and forcefully pressed her face against the pillow.

"Jessy, you can cancel the act. Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? You threatened me to get married and now you want to tell me that you are not ******?"

Marco's words were too unpleasant to hear. Jessy's breath was shaking. He looked at the ceiling, his eyes filled with tears. Eventually, she failed to hold back her tears and her pillow got wet.

This was the person he wanted to marry, who used the most cruel words to hurt him.

Marco looked into his wet eyes and his heart jumped bead. She took off the tie around her neck in frustration and tied Jessy's hand to the bed with it.

Jessy endured the pain brought on by her stomach cancer. His tongue was stuck to his teeth. This way, he suppressed his voice and swallowed the blood in his throat. Right now, he even wished he were dead.

Marco glanced at him who was curled up like a cat in a blanket, trembling and looking pitiful.

Marco did not take Jessy seriously, so in his eyes, Jessy was always in good health. It was normal for him to go to work on time after working all night. She had been with him for a long time and in her memory, she had never fallen ill.

His long hair was on the bed. His back was very thin, and when he bent his body, both of his shoulder blades were like butterflies that would spread his wings.

He could not help but reach out to touch his back. Just when his fingertips touched her, she seemed to be resisted and subconsciously dodged. Marco's eyes exuded cruelty and he was extremely displeased.

“You're usually like a dead fish. Now you want to play hard to get it? But let me tell you, it's useless.” Marco felt a fire burning inside. This fire was so strange that he did not even know what to do with it.

He doesn't want to admit that it was brought to him by Jessy. He was trying to think of Brenda. But when she recalled the question Brenda had asked her in the hospital when she was about to divorce Jessy, her mood instantly became bad.

Marco gritted his teeth and said inwardly, "Jessy is completely unfit to argue between me and Brenda."

Jessy is like a turtle in her shell, in a state of self-protection. He feels very cold. The AC was on and she was covered in a blanket, but she still felt cold.

It was as if there was a wound in his heart, too painful.

Jessy can always endure the pain with clenched teeth. But this time, he really couldn't take it anymore. Once the thought of divorce entered his mind, it would spread wildly.

He decides to talk to Marco about divorce when he has the power. He was dying and had no time to please him.

When Jessy was in so much pain that she fainted, she heard Marco say the last sentence.

"Do you think I'd notice you if you didn't have the same blood type as Brenda? You'll soon lose your value."

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Jessy got out of bed and as soon as her feet landed on the ground, she felt dizzy and her gaze blurred for a moment. She entered the bathroom in a daze and looked at herself in the mirror.

His body was full of wounds. He only pityes himself. Marco is a special person and his only love. He tried to please her for four years, but in the end, he had no choice but to say goodbye to her.

"In this world, how good would it be if one could get love just by hard work?" Jessy imagined.

Jessy washes her face and brushes her teeth. Her throat became even more painful after crying last night. As he brushed his teeth, he vomited and the foam toothpaste he took out was covered in blood.

Jessy is always very adaptable. He was already used to pretending not to care about vomiting blood. He had just turned on the faucet and cleaned the blood foam in the bathtub.

By the time he finished washing, it was already half seven. She did not want to eat anything, but thinking about her stomach cancer, she warmed up a glass of milk to drink.

After that, Jessy went to the company and processed the documents. He noticed that the gains of the past few months were declining. And he seems to have seen the days when the Lawrence Group suffered a setback.

Jessy already knew that Marco was secretly oppressing the Lawrence Group. In terms of revenge on him, he was immoral.

Marco will always take revenge for his enemies. As an action leader, he managed to bring the Lawrence Group to its downfall in just a few years.

In the end, he could not defeat her.

Jessy will probably never be able to be mined as sharp as Marco.

After flipping through the documents, Jessy leaned against the back of her chair. He took the coffee on the table and sipped it. The bitter taste of coffee replaced the blood in his throat.

Jessy stood up and walked to the window. Looking at the buildings in front of him, he thought it was time to prepare for his funeral.

And he wondered who could manage the group after he died.

Her dad? Or brother? Both are unemployed. If he were to hand over the Lawrance Group to them, it would definitely go bankrupt within a few years.

After a long thought, Jessy discovers that the person best suited to replace the Lawrence Group is her legal husband, Marco, who wants her bankrupt.

Jessy's expression was grim. The worry in his eyes was like a pitch-black darkness. He raised his left hand and pressed it against the cold window, his fingers tapping on the glass.

The office was very quiet and the slight sound of knocking sounded very clear. It was rare for Jessy to free her mind. He liked it when he was in a daze. Only in this way could he forget the pain that fate brought for a while.

The phone on the table suddenly shook. Jessy regained her senses and looked at her. Even though he was ten feet away from her, he still saw the word "Dad" on the screen.

Dad was supposed to be one of the warmest words in the world, but that's just a cold nickname for Jessy. Jessy walked over and picked up the phone.

"Jessy, transfer Rp 10,000,000 to my account." Darin's voice was low, his tone was cold.

Jessy clenched her grip on her phone. "Dad, you called me just for the money?"

Darin sounded rather impatient. "As a princess, you have to give me money. Do you think I'd like to ask you for money if you're not in charge of the Lawrence Group? If you don't want to give me money, give me a part of the Lawrence group."

Jessy thought about the word "daughter" carefully.

"Did you hear that?" Darin yells at his phone.

Jessy held back her emotions and asked, "Didn't I have transferred you Rp 5,000,000 last week? You've spent it all in the last few days?"

"What can that little money do?!" Darin felt a little guilty, but when he thought of Jessy being in charge of such a big company, and sometimes making millions in a day, his guilt disappeared in an instant.

"Quick and transfer the money! Otherwise, I will go to your company to ask for it. Let's see if I'll lose face or you'll do it."

"I can give you money, but you have to tell me what you're going to do with that money." 10,000,000 rupiah is not a small amount.

Darin softened his tone. "I'm interested in a recent investment project. I am only short of Rp10,000,000. I won't ask him after I get the money."