Chapter 793


    Chapter 793 Get Lost


    Leaning in, Jack looked at Genevieve and murmured, “You''re right, Genev. I have been driven mad by my urge to possess you and to imprison


    you in this room for eternity. With you by my side, I''ll never feel lonely again.”


    “You''re f*cking delirious!” Genevieve exploded.


    While Jack wasn''t looking, she used the opportunity to make a mad dash for the door. Unfortunately, it just wouldn''t budge when she tried


    opening it.


    Jack, who was sitting by the table with his legs crossed, cracked a faint smirk. “Genev,e over and have some food. Otherwise, you might


    not even have the energy to escape tomorrow.”


    Grabbing the tes, Genevieve flung them at him. “Get lost!”


    Nheless, Jack wasn''t angry at all despite having the warm tomato soup drench his shirt, leaving a sticky and disgusting sensation on his


    skin. “Since you''ve spilled your food, you''ll have to go hungry till tomorrow morning.”


    “Get out!” she roared.


    Jack swiftly left after ordering the bodyguards to open the door. As for Genevieve, she slumped into a chair, mired in exhaustion.


    Knowing Jack, Genevieve was under no illusion that he wouldn''t make good on his threat.


    In her sleep, she dreamt of going to the beach together with Armand and the children. Amanda would be wearing an innocent smile, while


    Armand would gaze at her with a gentle expression.


    Longing for them, she couldn''t wait to return to their side.


    During her imprisonment, she had caught the flu by soaking herself in cold water, hoping to escape when the housekeeper called for the


    doctor. On a different asion, she hit her head while bathing and banked on them to send her to the hospital on the ount of her bleeding


    head. In the end, all her schemes failed terribly.


    To stop her from hurting herself, Jack instructed the bodyguard to install a surveince camera at the door so that she could be monitored


    around the clock.


    With the passage of time, Genevieve felt her energy being attrited away.


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    Previously, she did care for Jack and felt guilty over her actions. However, being locked up caused those feelings to be reced with deep-


    seated hatred.


    Curling up in her rattan chair, she stared nkly out the window.


    The frustration from being imprisoned for such a long time brought her close to the brink of mental copse. In fact, thoughts of smashing a


    ss to cut her wrist would creep into her mind, even though she had resisted them so far.


    I have to survive. Lucian and Mandy are still waiting for me, while Mando is worried sick. If I die, I won''t be able to see them ever again.


    At that moment, the bodyguard let the housekeeper in.


    After leaving a scrumptious breakfast on the table, the housekeeper advised, “Ms. Rachford, have some food. Otherwise, your stomach would


    suffer at the rate you''re going.”


    When the three meals were delivered to her every day, she would either eat a little or none at all. Jack, after learning of the fact, would pry


    open her mouth and force-feed her.


    However, no matter how much she ate, she would puke it all out, and as a result, suffer from rapid weight loss.


    Faced with an unresponsive Genevieve, the housekeeper left the room with a sigh before going downstairs to give Jack a call.


    In the meantime, Genevieve continued to stare out the window. It wasn''t until she felt thirsty that she got to her feet and walked to the table.


    While holding a ss of water, she caught a glimpse of a steak knife by the side of the te. She, with a sparkle in her eyes, blocked the


    surveince camera''s view with her body while squirreling the knife away.


    At Jack''s end, he received the housekeeper''s call informing him that Genevieve wasn''t eating breakfast again. The resulting image of her


    skinny body brought a sting to his heart.


    Just when he was about to call the doctor, the housekeeper called again.


    “Mr. Valentine, Ms. Rachford has finished her breakfast and even asked me to serve her some oatmeal.”


    “Good.” Jack felt a sense of relief.


    Upon ending the call, he checked the surveince feed with his phone. The recording showed Genevieve eating slowly at the table when she


    was done admiring the scenery outside the window.


    Staring longingly at the woman in the video, he instructed his driver, “Take me to Helt Manor.”