It burned her throat.
In that moment, Jessie almost cried out.
She felt so unfairly treated.
But she refused to show weakness in front of him.
Because if she did, sheâd lose.
Sheâd lose everything-her pride, her dignity.
Everyone could mock her as the woman Albert toyed with, but not him.
In front of Albert, she always wanted to hold onto that last shred of dignity.
After three glasses, Jessie was quite drunk.
She slumped against the couch and drifted off.
Albert approached her, gazing at her sleeping face, gently tucking away the stray hairs on her foreheadâ¦
His fingers throbbed from the fight, trembling slightly.
He called out to her.
âJessie!â
Jessie didnât stir.
She didnât want to.
She thought if she didnât wake, she wouldnât have to face Albert.
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She didnât want him to see her like this.
She really didnât want him to see her like this!
Albert reached out and lifted her gently, carrying her out.
James was waiting at the door, offering his respects.
âMr.
Waston, Patrickâs just a punk; donât Let him get to you!â
Then he glanced at Jessie in Albertâs arms, feeling a mix of emotions.
Clearly, Albert cherished her deeply.
But why hadnât he married her back then?
James couldnât figure it out.
Albert was unaffected by Jamesâ words.
His eyes flickered open, revealing depths impossible to read.
Despite James being a wealthy heir, his business faltered, leaving him feeling inferior to Albert.
Meeting Albertâs gaze became almost unbearable for James.
Upon standing amidst the clubâs lavish corridor, Albertâs demeanor exuded authority as he spoke deliberately.
âIâve never been one to forgive.
â
James, feeling the weight of Albertâs gaze, pleaded.
âPlease, spare Patrick, even just for Renaâs sake.
â
A smirk played on Albertâs lips.
âWhat? Does he hold a special place in Renaâs heart now? Even if he does, it changes nothing.
â
Jamesâ eyes wavered with conflicting emotions.