âPlease, avoid being so reckless moving forward.
Also, I regret what happened with Axell.
Had it not been for me, you wouldnât have gotten injured, nor would your daughter have been kidnapped.
â
Jessie spoke earnestly, expressing sentiments she hadnât voiced in the hospital, feeling it was the moment for candor.
Albert realized Jessie was seeking to put space between them and preferred not to meet him again, yet he was not ready to give up.
He leaned back on the sofa, drawing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.
A wispy trail of smoke bridged the space between them.
Eventually, Albert stated calmly, âJeslyn is delicate, and the ordeal has cast a shadow on her.
I need your help as her tutor.
Like we agreed, twice weekly visits, with a compensation of 200 thousand a month.
â
His demeanor was strictly businesslike.
Jessie was torn, aware that her involvement had somehow indeed led to Jeslynâs kidnap by Axell.
Noticing her reluctance, Albert didnât push further.
He took his time finishing his cigarette before adding, âRegarding us, I wonât coerce you.
Iâll refrain from touching you if thatâs not your wish.
Donât worry.
â
Knowing that Jeslyn still experienced nightmares occasionally, Jessie couldnât help but feel guilty.
After giving it some thought, she nodded and said, âIâll teach her my way.
But Mr.
Waston, you canât step in.
â
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Albert stubbed out his cigarette, a faint smile playing on his Lips.
âWhy the formalities? Calling me Mr.
Waston feels a bit weird, donât you think? Jessie, do we really need to be so proper?â
Jessie glanced down, a soft grin spreading across her lips.
âSure thing.
There is nothing going on between us.
â
Albert felt the urge to speak but eventually reined it in.
He rose, suggesting, âHey, letâs grab dinner here.
Iâll tell the chef to whip up some perch for you.
You dig
perch, right? Theyâre juicy and fresh this time of year.
â
Jessie shook her head.
When she mentioned sending him home, Albertâs brow creased.
âJessie, canât we just hang out like old pals and grab a bite to eat?â
Already on her feet, Jessie headed for the door.
âHave you ever known friends who, uh, go there?â she inquired.
âAlbert, donât push it.
My roots might be in Duefron, but Iâve got a sweet setup abroad.
I have no problem moving abroad again,â Jessie explained.
Albert sank onto the couch.
The summer sun beat down, casting a golden glow on his profile, enhancing his good looks.
He watched her leave without protest.
Later, he walked out of the villa slowly.
Jessie sat in her car with the window rolled down.