Claiming Her Back

Chapter 35

“Are you surprised?”

Terry raised his eyebrows and showed Jessica the takeaway warm milk. “You won’t let me drink with

you in the middle of the night, and you won’t let me make you coffee in the morning either. Maybe we

can have a midnight snack.”

Jessica was already hungry, and as soon as she lowered her head, she smelled the aroma of milk. She

wanted to refuse, but her stomach growled and betrayed her.

The sound gave the answer on her behalf. This was the first time Jessica felt so embarrassed. “Thank

you,” she said.

If she insisted on saying no, she was being ungrateful.

As she spoke, she moved sideways to let Terry in.

However, Terry just put the milk on the porch beside him and said, “Drink it and sleep early.”

Then he paused and his brown eyes smiled. “Good night, my future girlfriend.”

With that, Terry waved her goodbye, then turned around and walked off into the corridor.

Jessica was a little surprised. She watched until Terry disappeared around the corner. Then she turned

around and closed the door.

She had to admit that other than the playboy nature, there was really nothing bad about a playboy.

She had drunk a few glasses of red wine tonight, which upset her stomach. Terry brought her milk and

it was still warm.

Most girls would be moved by this trick.

Unfortunately, Jessica was an exception.

She had no other feelings for him other than feeling moved just now.

After Jessica drank the milk, her stomach got better. She brushed her teeth and went to bed. In a few

minutes, she fell asleep.

Early in the morning the next day, Jessica woke up before the alarm clock rang.

On the working day, her biological clock was always on track.

Jessica grabbed a jacket from the side and put it on. When she went to make breakfast, she looked at

the cup on the table not far away. Her gaze lingered there for a minute.

She smiled and walked into the kitchen.

Thanks to the milk, she had a good sleep last night.

There were traffic jams and a rear-end collision on the road today, so Jessica was stuck in traffic for

more than ten minutes.

Jessica had an early meeting this morning, so she left home earlier than usual. If there were no

accidents, she could arrive at the Hall Group at 7:45.

Now she only hoped she could arrive on time.

However, such things were never predictable.

Jessica wasn’t in a hurry. She opened the window and leaned her hand against the window, calmly

waiting for the road ahead to clear,

Lucas turned his head and saw Jessica in the driver’s seat from four to five meters away. He could tell

from the look on her face she was at ease.

She was wearing a white round collar shirt today. Her golden curly hair was draped over her shoulders.

The makeup on her face was clean and pleasant. She was tapping her index finger on the steering

wheel, which reminded him of her beating the drums on the stage. © 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

After the divorce, she seemed to feel no sadness at all. Every time he saw her, she was calmer and

more cheerful than before.

Early this morning, Lucas woke up the photos of Terry following Jessica and sending her home on

Twitter, which were posted by some acquaintances.

Some people saw her get into Terry’s car and the two chatted in the car for over ten minutes before

Jessica got out of his car.

Lucas was naturally not so bored to get up early in the morning to check Twitter. He went to see the

photos just because Hari liked gossip and sent him some screenshots.

The faint and calm smile on Jessica’s face annoyed Lucas.

Lucas wondered, “Is Jessica so hungry for men?”

He had already warned her that Terry was up to no good, and she still got close to Terry.

“Such a stupid woman is not worth my sympathy!” Lucas told himself.

Lucas looked away with a cold face and the terrible traffic jams ahead depressed him.

He lowered his head and lit a cigarette. He had just taken a puff when Jessica, who was in the car

beside him, looked over

She recognized him at a glance. Jessica did not expect to see Lucas’ car beside her.

Jessica shook her head, thinking that it was an unlucky day.

She raised her eyebrows and withdrew her gaze.

At nine o’clock, Wendy called. “Miss Hall, will you be attending the meeting later?”

“Yes. Tell Mr. Bell that I’m stuck on the road. I’ll be there in ten minutes.”

“Yes, Miss Hall.”

Just as she hung up, the road in front of her cleared.