Albertâs response hung in the air, neither confirming nor denying.
Silence enveloped them for a moment before Jessie spoke again, her voice softer this time.
âWhy did you bring me here?â
In Albertâs outstretched hand, a glass of water and a pill awaited her.
âTake this,â he said gently.
âItâll help ease your discomfort from the hangover.
â
Jessie whirled around, her hand sweeping out to knock over the glass of water, darkening the sheets in an instant.
But she didnât flinch.
Instead, she unleashed her fury upon him.
âWhy bring me here? Mr.
Waston, does this place hold no memory for you? Count how many nights weâve shared on this bed.
Whatâs this? Is this your twisted form of mercy now that you tied the knot with another woman? If youâre done with me, why linger around me? My well-being is none of your concern.
Do you understand? Itâs none of your concern!â
Her words hung heavy in the air as she glared at him, her chest heaving, lips quivering.
It didnât matter how hard she tried.
It didnât matter how many vows she made to forget him, the bitterness surged anew whenever she recalled his wedding day.
She loathed him with every fiber of her being.
Albert met her gaze in silence.
His patience was unwavering.
Despite the spilled water, he refilled the glass and urged her to take the medicine.
After several failed protests, Jessie swallowed the pill dry.
With determination, she prepared to leave, pulling the covers aside.
But before she could escape, his grip closed around her wrist.
In a soft voice, Albert said, âI havenât given you the check yet.
Care to join me for breakfast?â
Jessieâs mind went blank for a moment, recalling the events of the previous night.
Five hundred million dollars exchanged hands, a transaction she now regretted.
She didnât want his money.
Glancing down at their intertwined hands, she demanded, âLet go of me!â
But Albert held firm, his tone nonchalant.
âIâll hand over the five hundred million if you share a meal with me.
â
Jessieâs lips quivered slightly.
Meeting his gaze, she delivered a swift slap across his cheek.
Then, with determination, she began unbuttoning her shirt.
âLetâs get this over with.
Dining with you disgusts me more than sleeping with you.
â
Then she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a black lace bra.
Her youthful body exuded beauty and allure.
She reclined on the bed, shutting her eyes.
âIsnât this what you want, Albert? Stop pretending with me.
â
She was being stubborn, and tears welled in her eyes.
A comforting presence enveloped her, devoid of possessiveness.
Albert offered a gentle embrace.