âArenât you going to tell me about the project in Country F?â Jessica interrupted him.
Harold pursed his lips, upset. He was not in the mood to talk about the project now, but he also knew that the hastier he was at this time, the more Jessica would be disgusted with him.
She had never been an ordinary woman.
After lunch, Jessica sent a message to Forrest: [I have plans for dinner tonight. I won't be going back to sleep.]
Actually, the dinner plans were secondary. The most important thing was that she wanted to have a good rest tonight.
If she got tossed around by him anymore, she might not even be able to come to the company tomorrow.
Soon, Forrest called and said in a frigid tone, â Jessica Snow, whatâs the meaning of this? You donât allow me to go back to Lynch Residence to sleep, but you can stay out whenever you want? What do you take this house for? What do you take me for? Iâm warning you, if you donât come back tonight, I wonât be sleeping there anymore either.â
Jessica felt her head hurt.
She thought that after they got married, Forrest might not even bother to touch her.
She never thought that she would be tormented by him to the point where she was afraid of doing it.
âIâm not staying out on purpose, but IâIl be busy until late tonight. The place Iâm having dinner is quite far from your place. Itâs too much trouble to take the expressway after Iâm done, so I just plan to rest at my own place tonight.â Jessica did not dare to tell the truth and simply lied.
Forrest scoffed coldly. âSure. In that case, I'll also have to socialize until very late tomorrow. I wonât be going back to the apartment to sleep.â
He hung up the call without another word.
Jessica looked at her phone screen and felt troubled, which was rare for her.
In the end, she compromised and sent him another text message: [Okay, I'll come back to sleep tonight.]
Forrestâs thin lips could not help but curl up when he looked at the message on his phone.
He could correct her little mannerisms.
The secretary who came in to deliver documents saw Forrestâs lips curled into a smile and felt like he had just seen a ghost.
He must have been mistaken. Why did it seem like there was an air of smugness around the president?
The secretary placed the files down and hurriedly went back to the secretariesâ office to share this piece of gossip with his colleagues. âMy goodness, I just saw the president looking at his phone in the office while smiling like this.â
Then, he mimicked the expression.
A female secretary was also frightened by the sight of it. âNo way. Isnât the president facially paralyzed?â
âWho said heâs facially paralyzed? President Lynch just doesnât like to smile.â
âOh, I always thought President Lynch had facial paralysis. His expression remained the same even when he got angry previously.â
âDo you think the president is in love?â
âThavenât heard of anything like that. Which woman would be awesome enough to make President Lynch smile?â
âCould it be Assistant Childs? I heard that theyâre getting married.â
âNo way. Assistant Childs has worked for President Lynch for so long, but he treats her the same way he treats me, and Iâma guy.â
âI donât know who it is either. In any case, I really admire that person. Of course, I donât even know if that person is a man or woman, or even a human being...â
The others, â...â
Could it be that President Lynchâs beloved... was not a person?