Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 885: Chapter 885: Nono Has a Fever

The boss lady watched in anger as her husband was slapped by the mistress right in front of her and, unable to contain her wrath, grabbed Jasmine Clark’s hair and yanked it hard.

The two women instantly came to blows.

“You shameless woman.”

“You’re the shameless one.”

“You mistress, seducing my husband…”

Jasmine was particularly sensitive to the word “mistress” and attacked with even more force, “You’re talking nonsense!”

The boss lady, no pushover herself, grabbed her hair and scratched her neck with quick nail swipes.

Jasmine grunted in pain, growing angrier and seeing red.

The two women traded blows back and forth, attracting quite a scene, their clothes tearing in the process.

Although Jasmine was vicious and heavy-handed, she couldn’t match the strength of the boss lady, who worked regularly and was much stronger.

The more the fight dragged on, the more Jasmine found herself at a disadvantage.

Her face, neck, and arms stung with pain, mixing surprise with fury. Despite being unable to prevail, she could feel her hair being pulled and heard the boss lady incessantly yelling “mistress, mistress” in her ear.

Jasmine clumsily dodged while her hatred grew deeper!

She never thought she would come to this—a middle-aged woman chasing her down, calling her a mistress. She was not the mistress!

The mistress was Enna Clark!

It was Enna Clark’s mom!

She was not the mistress, nor was she born to one! That man had been after her, showering her with attention. Just last night, he had been in her room, declaring his dislike for his own wife, claiming she was too domineering, and saying he preferred Jasmine’s type. Yet now, he was accusing her falsely, saying she seduced him!

Men… indeed, no good at all.

Even if Jasmine had been doing poorly, she wouldn’t stoop so low as to seduce someone like him!

“Let go, I’m calling the police, you harridan!”

The boss lady holding her hair dealt her two sharp slaps, leaving her ears ringing, “Who are you calling a harridan? You’re the harridan! You seduce my husband and dare to act tough! I’m the one calling the police!”

The word “police” had Jasmine stiffen, and all the curses she wanted to hurl stuck in her throat.

The boss lady, quick to notice Jasmine’s silence, scoffed and spat in her face, “So you say you haven’t done it? What are you afraid of, if not the police? You look so dodgy. You couldn’t possibly be a prostitute, could you? Disgusting, who knows if you’re diseased—get out now; we don’t want you staying here any longer.”

The husband felt a secret relief at the mention of Jasmine possibly being diseased, as if he had narrowly escaped a disaster.

That look of relief was more painful to Jasmine than the slaps she had received.

She was the one with the disease?

His whole family was diseased!

Yet she truly feared the boss lady calling the police, so she swallowed her anger, clenched her teeth, and, despite her disheveled clothes and hair, retorted, “Fine, I’ll leave. I don’t want to stay here. Act like you’re running a Seven-Star Hotel, I’ve had enough of this dump!”

If she hadn’t been with Giselle Lawrence, she wouldn’t dare stay in a hotel and would never have come to such a lousy place, much less put up with so much crap.

She’d had enough and didn’t want to stay another second!

Jasmine, looking disheveled, stumbled back to her room.

In the room, a little girl with a feverishly red face seemed to be asleep with her eyes tightly closed. Jasmine stared at the face resembling Enna Clark’s and felt her anger surge. Her gaze was filled with resentment, and thinking of the humiliation she had just endured, she was overwhelmed with anger and bitterness. In a moment of spite, she reached out and grabbed the little girl’s throat—