Carl prayed along the way and soon arrived at the private room. He ran into Jessica, who just rushed
over.
Jessica was about to push the door open when she saw Carl.
"Jessica," Carl stopped and called out her name.
Originally, Jessica had not seen Carl. When she heard Carl's voice, she turned to look at him. She
looked at Carl and then at the private room.
"What are you doing outside?" Jessica asked.
Jessica was wearing a white dress and light makeup today. She looked refreshing.
Although Jessica was outgoing, she valued her identity as an actress. Her figure and skin were well
maintained.
She was born with pretty face and grew up in a wealthy family. And she was getting more beautiful
these days.
Sometimes, Carl was confused. He'd been watching this face since childhood. After watching it for so
many years, he didn't get tired of it. On the contrary, he found it more and more beautiful.
What was wrong with him? Carl laughed self-deprecatingly.
Jessica saw the change of Carl's facial expression and asked, "Something wrong?"
He seemed weird. As Carl approached, Jessica could smell alcohol on him.
"How much did you drink?" Jessica took a step back and said, "Stay away from me. It smells terrible."
She pinched her nose and stared at Carl.
"Not much." Carl looked at Jessica and his expression softened. "I almost got drunk, but I didn't. I
pretended to be drunk, but then something happened."
Jessica was a smart woman. She did not ask why he'd pretended to be drunk.
Without saying a word, she reached out to push the door. However, Carl grabbed her wrist.
Jessica struggled but didn't break free. She looked at Carl and said in an angry tone, "What do you
want?"
"Let's talk." Carl's tone was extremely gentle, but he had a serious look on his face.
"No. We have nothing to talk about." Jessica looked at him with a cold face, but the panic on her face
did not escape Carl's eyes.
"It's about us. You don't get to decide whether there's anything to talk about by yourself." Carl was
more persistent than ever.
He was not drunk. The alcohol only started to affect him after he saw Jessica. He might not be able to
escape from this woman in his lifetime.
Carl sometimes felt that Jessica might have cast some spell on him. Otherwise, why would he keep
thinking about her all these years? He never stopped missing her when he was abroad in those years,
and after he came back, he still couldn't get her out of his head.
Even though Jessica was cold to him, he still couldn't let go. He didn't want to take a second look at
any other woman.
"Carl, when you had no courage, you chose to be a coward. And now, you have the courage, so you
want to talk. What about me? When did you ever give me a choice? When did you ever put yourself in
my shoes?" Jessica's eyes looked desolate, which Carl could not understand.
They were so close. They were so close that Carl often felt that they would be together in the end even
though Jessica was cold to him for the time being.
They wouldn't separate. They couldn't be separated. But at this moment, he felt that Jessica was
already far beyond his reach.
There was a gap between them, invisible but real.
"Is that what you think of me?" Carl's voice was hoarse.
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