<h4>Chapter 558: She Went to Meet Him!</h4>


    At this moment, Aiden’s expression darkened slightly. He recalled what E had said, but he quickly dismissed the thoughts creeping into his mind.


    As everyone spected, Jessica finally returned. Her cheeks were slightly flushed, and her face was filled with an apologetic look. "I’m really sorry, something came up and dyed me for a bit."


    "Jessica, sit down. Dinner is about to start," Lucas said casually.


    Jessica remained asposed as ever, as if she hadn’t done anything questionable. E cast her a fleeting nce—this woman’s acting skills were truly top-notch.


    But E was certain now—Jessica looked down on her. That was exactly what E wanted because Jessica had no idea that she was walking straight into a trap that had been carefully set for her.


    Dinner was mediocre at best. Mrs. Bet was as arrogant as ever, and Mr. Bet, beingpletely under his wife’s control, didn’t dare to have any opinions of his own.


    Once the families had met and exchanged pleasantries, the gathering naturally came to an end. The Bets were staying at the Grand Venice Hotel, and after chatting with Mrs. Bet for a while, Jessica excused herself and went to see Aiden in their room.


    Since his mother was staying at the hotel, Aiden had thoughtfully booked a room there as well to make it easier for Jessica to meet with her.


    Aiden was sitting on the bed, aptop resting on his knees. From his concentrated expression, it was clear that he was handling work.


    Jessica closed the door and sat down beside him.


    "Honey, let’s go to bed early tonight, okay?"


    She wrapped her arms around his shoulder, hoping Aiden would sleep early—giving her the chance to slip away and meet Zachary.


    Aiden nced at her. "You go ahead. I still have some work to finish."


    Jessica pouted. "You’re always so busy."


    Aiden sighed and nodded. "If I weren’t, how would I make money for you to spend?"


    Jessica chuckled and kissed his cheek. "I know you’re the best, honey. I’ll go take a shower first."


    Aiden was a rigid man, and the sweetest thing he had ever said to her was that he worked hard so she could spend money freely.


    It wasn’t the most romantic line, but Jessicater realized—it was the most practical.


    Loving someone meant providing security, and in today’s world, money was essential for everything.


    After her shower, Jessica slipped into a sexy nightgown, hoping to catch Aiden’s attention. But no matter how many times she walked past him, he waspletely focused on his work, not sparing her a nce.


    Jessica felt a bit frustrated. It seemed like he wouldn’t be going to bed anytime soon. She wasn’t prepared for this—if only she had some sleeping pills...


    Just then, her phone rang.


    She picked it up and nced at the screen—it was "Yin Lauren."


    But in reality, this number belonged to Zachary.


    To avoid Aiden’s suspicion, she had deliberately saved his number under a fake name.


    Jessica’s heart skipped a beat. She instinctively nced at Aiden, but he didn’t show any sign of noticing. So she quietly stepped out onto the balcony to take the call.


    "Come to room 2508 right now," Zachary’s voice wasced with seduction.


    "I... I can’t get away right now," Jessica whispered.


    "You have ten minutes. If you don’t show up, I’ll send all your nude photos to Aiden."


    With that, Zachary hung up.


    Jessica’s expression darkened. He really wasn’t going to stop until he got what he wanted.


    She had no choice but to go.


    But she would make sure that from now on, she would be the one to decide the time and ce of their meetings. That way, it would be more convenient for her.


    She wanted to end things with Zachary, but the moment she thought about the evidence he held over her, she hesitated.


    Besides, Aiden was the kind of man who had never even suspected her affair.


    If their married life turned out to be as dull as she imagined, then maybe... she’d still need another man to fulfill her desires.


    Jessica returned to the room and said, "Honey, a friend of mine just happened to arrive in Country W. I’m going out for a bit, but I’ll be back soon."


    Aiden responded with a simple "Mm," barely looking up from his work before continuing to focus on hisptop.


    Jessica’s heart sank. They had been together for years, yet Aiden had never changed—rigid,cking romance, and utterly predictable. They weren’t even married yet, but she could already foresee the dull, lifeless routine of their married life.


    Life was never perfect.


    If she married a rich man, he’d be boring and unromantic.


    If she married a passionate man, he’d have no money.


    With these thoughts in mind, Jessica quickly changed into a formal outfit and hurried to room 2508. She was cautious the entire way, deliberately taking a few detours to ensure no one was following her before finally entering the room.


    The moment the door shut behind her, Zachary grabbed her and tossed her onto the bed.


    The usually well-mannered Zachary now unleashed all his "skills," doing everything he could to please Jessica, hoping she would never be able to leave him.


    The room was soon filled with a sensual atmosphere, the sounds of pleasure from both man and woman intertwining...


    By the time E called Aiden, fifteen minutes had passed.


    "Aiden, Jessica went into room 2508. You need to act now—have someone inform Mrs. Bet that Jessica suddenly felt unwell and take her to room 2508 immediately."


    E’s words made Aiden’s heart sink.


    So... she really was meeting someone in secret?


    But then he thought back to everything. Jessica had always behaved impably in front of him, calm andposed, never making a misstep. That was one of the reasons he had liked her.


    He had to see for himself.


    If E was wrong, he could finally put all his doubts to rest and fullymit to Jessica. It would also put an end to E and Lucas’s objections.


    But if she was right... then Jessica was finished.


    No man could tolerate being cheated on.


    "Alright. I’ll have my assistant inform them right away," Aiden said coldly. "But if your suspicions turn out to be false, I expect you to apologize."


    "I will," E replied calmly. "Just get to room 2508. A staff member will be there to give you a key card."


    Her voice was tooposed, as if she was simply giving instructions for something trivial.


    Aiden hung up, ced hisptop aside, and left the room dressed in his formal attire.


    He immediately ordered his assistant to notify Mrs. Bet, while he himself headed toward room 2508.


    By the time he arrived, a hotel staff member wearing a face mask approached and handed him a key card—room 2508’s ess card.


    The Grand Venice Hotel belonged to the Anderson family. Acquiring a key card for a guest room was hardly a challenge.


    Five minutester, Mr. and Mrs. Bet, along with Jessica’s cousin and several other rtives, had all arrived.


    Aiden’s assistant had exaggerated the situation, iming that Jessica had suddenly fallen ill and was receiving emergency medical attention inside the room.


    Naturally, this rmed everyone, prompting them all to rush over.


    Aiden stood at the door, his expression cold and unreadable, key card in hand.


    Mrs. Bet lunged forward, grabbing his arm just as he was about to unlock the door. "Aiden, what happened to Jessica? She was perfectly fine earlier! Did you do something to her?"


    Mrs. Bet was a petty, scheming woman herself, and so she assumed Aiden must be the same.


    In her mind, all wealthy young men had certain twisted fetishes—perhaps Jessica had been mistreated by Aiden, which was why she had "suddenly fallen ill."