Debra was after Axell.
And even though he knew it, he still went to meet her folks, even had dinner with them.
Jessie couldnât help feeling hurt.
Sheâd decided to give Axell a shot, even met his folks with him.
And yet, he was cozying up to Debraâs family too.
Jessie bowed her head, thinking hard.
Then she pulled out the concert tickets from her bag and plonked them on the desk.
Softly, she said, âWeâre done, Axell.
â
She wasnât going to budge on this one or inconvenience herself.
She wouldnât stand for a two-timing guy, whether it was Albert or Axell.
Jessie tried to bolt but Axell blocked her path.
âLet me go!â
She met his gaze head-on.
âWeâre done!â
Hearing that, Axell gulped.
His grip on her wrist loosened but then he tensed up again.
He pleaded, his voice strained, âCan we talk after my surgery? Please donât go!â
Jessie shook off his hand.
As she headed for the exit, he made a move to follow.
But Debra piped up, âAxell, surgeryâs starting.
Patient should be out under now.
â
Hearing that, he spun around, shooting daggers at Debra.
His eyes were fiery.
Her heart skipped.
Sheâd never seen him this mad.
Was his love for Jessie that deep that heâd fight with her over Jessie?
No way!
Sheâd known Axell for ages.
She knew where his priorities lay.
It was never about a woman; it was always about his career.
Debra flashed a grin.
âWant me to smooth things over? I can go talk to her.
â
Axell kept his cool, saying icily, âNah, itâs cool.
â
Debra watched him head to the operation room, nonchalant despite his rage.
Jessie ditched the elevator for the stairs, heading downstairs from the office.
Funny enough, the VIP wards were just a floor below.
And there was Albert, puffing away on a cigarette, filling the stairwell with smoke.
Through the haze, Jessie caught sight of him.