Chapter 159


    Reba suddenly recalled that Lucas, who was never close to Reba, suddenly came to her to ask


    about Jessica. He wanted to know how Jessica spent those three years.


    Reba felt more determined and took the initiative to say. “Sorry for asking you out when you are so


    upied, Jessica.”


    Jessica had been silently sipping her coffee, waiting for Reba to speak. Jessica smiled faintly when


    she heard that. “Mrs. Thomas, it’s very kind of you to say that. You’ve been asking to see me several


    times, yet I didn’t meet with you until today. It’s me who should say sorry. Besides, I waste today and


    kept you waiting. It’s so rude of me.’


    Reba found it hard to go on with Jessica’s polite form. The private room fell in silence. Reba


    felt so embarrassed, sitting there.


    Jessica didn’t feel embarrassed. Reba must have something to say. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have


    asked to meet with Jessica over and over again.


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    Jessica poured herself a ss of iced water, poured Reba another ss, put down the kettle, and


    said, ‘To what do 1 owe you?


    Reba nodded and took something out of her bag. ‘Jessica, I got this from Lucas’ grandma. Now that


    Lucas’ brother is dead, I don’t have to choose between Max’s wife and you.”


    “I know you are upied. Originally, I didn’t mean to bother you. But we were once mother and


    daughter inw for three years after all. I know you treated Lucas with hearts and minds. But I was too


    useless to protect you well. The other day, Lucas came to me and asked a lot about how you were


    doing in those three years.


    “Lucas is my son. Though we are not close, I could tell that he had a ce for you when he married


    you. But because of what happened between his father and me, his personality was affected. He is too


    reserved and talks too little. He holds a ce for you, and I can tell that. The past is in the past. We


    should let bygones be bygones. You are still young now. Don’t waste time on the past. Now that you’ve


    been divorced for nearly a year. I suppose you have already calmed down. I hope you can give Lucas a


    second chance.”


    Jessica kept smiling while listening to Reba.


    As soon as Reba finished speaking, the waiter came to serve the dishes. Jessica smiled. ‘Mrs.


    Thomas, let’s have our meal now, shall we?”


    Reba gazed at Jessica. Her smile was still there, yet she seemed never to have heard what


    Reba had said. Or perhaps Jessica heard it all, but she didn’t give it a damn.


    Reba felt embarrassed. She forced a smile and said, ‘Sure, let’s have our meal now.”


    Reba did not say anything else. She did not know what else to say.


    Jessica did not speak, either. Only the collision between tableware could be heard.


    Reba had lost her appetite. She was done after a few bites.


    Reba felt a bit sullen when she found Jessica was savoring her meal.


    Jessica took her time to finish the steak and wipe her hand with a tissue. Only after she had done all of


    that did she take up the ne and said to Reba, “Mrs. Thomas, I’m not your girl.”


    Reba’s face froze. Jessica, I thought you liked Lucas.”


    “Yeah, indeed, very much.”


    Jessica paused for a moment. “I LIKED him.”


    Rebecoa’s face darkened. “Why are you making things difficult for yourself?”


    “I don’t think parents should be involved in this.”


    Jessica sneered. “I still have work to do. I think I’ll head out how.”


    Jessica…”


    Reba wanted to stop Jessica, yet Jessica left without tuning back. Jessica checked her wristwatch.


    It was still not yet half-past eight. She didn’t waste too much time.


    “Miss, please, help me!”


    Just as Jessica raised her head, a young woman suddenly threw herself at Jessica.


    The woman was in a suit, with the top button missing. Her hair was messy and she only had one shoe.


    Obviously, she had just made a narrow escape.


    Jessica didn’t have unlimited empathy for others, but the woman had already thrown herself at Jessica.


    She looked pitiful.


    Jessica reached out to help her. The door of a private room was pulled open. A middle-aged man ran


    over with a stern face, trying to pull the girl.


    Jessica’s face turned grim. She stopped the man with her bag.


    The man went mad. “Who the hell are you? You have no idea who you are dealing with.”


    As the man spoke, he wanted to pull over the woman again. Jessica frowned and kicked him.