The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 97: The Skinny Wife

Chapter 97: The Skinny Wife

Jean glared at him but the damn contract flashed through her mind. She exhaled sharply. "Fine."

Logan raised a brow, genuinely surprised. She stood on her toes, lips nearing his. He instinctively lowered his head, breath held.

Then smack.

Her lips landed gently on his cheek.

Before he could react, she ducked out from under his arm, coffee in hand, and sauntered to the breakfast table like nothing happened.

Logan stood frozen, one brow twitching.

And here I thought I’d finally get a taste of her...

Logan turned slowly, still recovering from Jean’s clever dodge, when one of the maids giggled behind her hand.

Another whispered to her side, "He really thought she’d kiss him for real."

Jean sipped her coffee with a smug expression, pretending not to hear... but her lips twitched.

Logan shot a sharp glance at the two staff members. "Is the table amusing you?"

They immediately bowed their heads and scrambled away.

He looked back at Jean, who was now buttering her toast like she hadn’t just wounded his ego.

"You’re enjoying this way too much," he muttered.

Jean didn’t even look up. "Oh, I’m married, Logan. I need something to look forward to every day."

He clenched his jaw, but his lips curled in amusement.

Touché, Mrs. Kingsley. Touché.

Jean had her toast with one bacon strip and coffee, pushed her plate slightly away and dabbed her mouth with the cloth napkin. "I’m done."

She stood up, ready to retreat back to her room, away from Logan’s intense gaze and this suffocatingly homely setting.

But Logan’s voice halted her. "Jean."

"Have some more," he said, his tone too casual to be casual. "You look weak. And don’t get me wrong, but... you’re very skinny."

Jean blinked, her body stiff. She paused mid-step, the cloth still in her hand. Her eyes narrowed as she slowly turned to face him.

Skinny?

Her eyes slowly turned to him, expression unreadable. Logan, leaning back in his chair, was sipping from his coffee mug like he hadn’t just dropped a personal bomb.

She said nothing. Not a word.

But inside, something cracked.

Her parents’ voices echoed from the past... No snacking between meals. No second helpings. A bloated face won’t find a husband. Men don’t want fat wives.

Yet here he was Logan Kingsley, looking at her with calm concern, calling her skinny like it was a flaw.

Weak? No. I’ve been surviving. That’s different.

"Skinny?" she echoed, her tone flat.

Logan now stood by the table, arms crossed, his brows pinched in concern. "I’m not trying to insult you. I just..." he sighed, softening his voice, "you barely ate yesterday, and today it’s just one toast and a strip of bacon. That’s not enough."

Jean looked down at her plate, then back at him. "I’m not used to eating much when I’m stressed," she said quietly, her guard slipping just a little.

Logan stepped closer, carefully now. "Then get used to having someone care if you feel waste away."

She blinked. The words felt too warm for someone like him.

"You’ve seen me at my worst, Logan," she said, voice low. "Don’t act like you suddenly care."

His jaw tightened, but his gaze didn’t waver. "Maybe I didn’t before. But now that you’re mine..." He hesitated, his voice dipping. "I have reasons to."

Jean looked away, chest tightening, unsure if she wanted to scream, cry, or sit back down and finish the damn breakfast.

But she just murmured, "I’m full," and walked off... leaving Logan staring after her, unsure if he’d crossed a line or cracked through one.

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Jean stormed into her room, the click of the door shutting behind her echoing like a slap. Her stomach still churned with frustration.

"Skinny? Seriously?" she hissed under her breath, tugging her fingers through her hair.

She stomped toward the mirror and stared at her reflection. Pale skin. Hollow cheeks. Tired eyes. But skinny? No. She was in control. She had always been in control.

Her parents used to drill it into her since she was a teen... eat less, look perfect, or no man will want you. And now Logan Kingsley, with his arrogant smirk and shirtless morning charm, had the nerve to tell her she looked weak?

She scoffed, tossing the silk napkin she still clutched onto the bed. "I’m not skinny. I’m just... Okay," she muttered.

Shaking her head, she sank onto the edge of the bed and grabbed her phone. Her fingers hovered for a second before she tapped Emma’s name.

The phone rang... once... twice...

Finally, it picked up.

"Jean?" came Emma’s voice... flat and dull. No usual chirp, no teasing warmth. Just... off.

Jean straightened up. "Emma? What’s wrong? You sound weird. Is everything okay?"

There was a beat of silence.

"I’ll call you later, okay?" Emma said quietly. "I’m with my father now."

Click.

The line went dead.

Jean stared at the phone screen. Her brows furrowed. That was it? No sarcasm? No ’I’ll spill the tea later’?

Nothing?

Her grip tightened on the phone. "What the hell was that?"

Emma’s father was someone she usually loved to hear about. So why now did it sound like Emma was hiding something?

A sinking feeling crawled into her chest like ice.

Emma... What are you not telling me?

Jean threw away the phone onto the bed and stood again, pacing. Her mind raced. Something was wrong... she could feel it.

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The morning sun filtered through the elegant glass panels of the Adams estate dining hall, casting a golden glow over the glossy marble floor. But the warmth didn’t reach Emma Adams.

She sat stiffly at the breakfast table, her appetite long gone, her father’s silence cutting sharper than any words.

Morris Adams, younger brother of Derek Adams finally set his coffee cup down with a quiet clink, his eyes fixed coldly on his daughter. "So. Jean called you."

Emma flinched.

Of course he knew. They always know.

"She’s safe now," Emma said flatly. Thinking her father would be proud of her.

Morris’s jaw ticked. "Safe? You helped her run away from her own family. You beat Alex half to death, your own cousin."

What? Why is he reacting like this? He never spoke to her in this tone ever. What’s going on?