Chapter 78


    They entered a Starbucks nearby.


    Jessica found a seat by the window and got a cup of hot coffee in her hand. Only then did she realize


    that she was sitting there in the rain just now, and she thought she was really out of her mind. She was


    so angry at the man in the morning that she acted silly.


    It was sofortable to sit in a cafe with the heater on in such weather.


    Gradually, the ground outside began to turn white.


    "It''s snowing outside," Lambert said softly.


    "I didn''t expect the first snow of this year toe so early," Jessica said. She probably couldn''t go to


    the studio to draw today, because every winter when the first snow came, she would go to the


    cemetery to visit her mother. White had been her mother''s favorite color. She liked white flowers and


    white clothes. She even died on the night of the first snow that year.


    "At this time in the past years, the weather was still warm. The weather is unusual this year."


    Jessica had no intention of saying anything else. "Lambert, you will go to the studioter, right? I won''t


    go there. Please tell Mr. Halper."


    "Why not? Is there anything urgent?"


    Jessica gulped down the rest of the coffee. "I''m going to the cemetery to visit my motherter."


    "It''s not easy to take a taxi. I''ll go with you. As Lambert spoke, he picked up his coat and put it on.


    "Let''s go. I''ll give you a ride. I should go to visit Mrs. White."


    Lambert remembered that Jessica''s mother was a very elegant woman who had often waited in the


    lounge of the studio to pick her up after ss.


    Speaking of which, they were indeed old acquaintances, so Jessica did not object.


    They went to the biggest flower shop on the business street and bought a bunch of gardenias and a


    bunch of chrysanthemums.


    Lambert''s car was parked nearby. They walked to the parking lot. Lambert opened the door for her and


    drove to the cemetery.


    It snowed more and more heavily, and the world seemed to turn white.


    Jessica went to the tombstone and put the flowers there. "Mom, I came to see you today, and I brought


    a friend who used to draw in the same studio with me. I didn''t expect that we could be family."


    Lambert followed, "Mrs. White, I''m Lambert. I''ve seen you in the studio before. I''m sorry toe to see


    you sote. If I had seen Jessica earlier, maybe she wouldn''t be like this now."


    Jessica looked sideways at Lambert and said, "Lambert, don''t say that. I''ve never regretted my choice."


    "Are you happy with Oliver?" Lambert asked, looking at her with an intense look.


    Jessica looked away. "Lambert, I don''t want to talk about that in front of my mother''s grave."


    "Today, I saw you sitting outside, alone in the rain, looking very unhappy. If Mrs. White knew you were


    like this, she would be worried about you."


    "I know what kind of life I should choose. This is my life. I ept it. I can''t me anyone else. If my


    mother were still alive, I think she would forgive me."


    "I''m not saying your choice is wrong. I just think you can have a better choice."


    "Lambert, there''s no point in saying this now."


    Lambert looked at Jessica in front of him. Her face was so pale because of the cold weather. He took


    off his coat and wanted to put it on her.


    Jessica saw that he was only wearing a thin woolen sweater inside, so she stopped him. "I''m fine,


    Lambert."


    Lambert draped his coat over Jessica as if he hadn''t heard her.


    In the cemetery, people constantly came to visit the graves. Perhaps many people, just like them,


    chose to visit the graves on the day of the first snowfall.


    After they left the cemetery, Jessica saw that it was still early. She really didn''t want to go back to


    GrandVille Apartments now, so she went back to the studio with Lambert.


    As soon as she entered the studio, she saw a group of people who had opened an art exhibition


    before. She only knew some of them, but they were all Mr. Halper''s students. She didn''t know who


    gathered them.


    Hayden saw the two of theming together and said, "We are just talking about you. Lambert, only


    you can gather everyone here."


    Jessica nced at Lambert. It seemed that he had known about the party tonight.


    They went to a restaurant not far from the studio for a meal. As soon as they went in, a waiter


    recognized Lambert and brought them to the reserved room.


    They ordered some wine, especially Hayden himself, who liked to drink very much. He was more than


    happy today to see that his students had finally gathered together, so he drank more than before.


    Someone advised Jessica to have a drink too, especially James. He had been familiar with Jessica


    since they were kids because both of them had the surname White. James always asked her to call


    him brother. It wasmon for them to quarrel when they were drawing together. He didn''t go to the


    art exhibitionst time, because he had something else to do, but he came today.


    James sat down between Lambert and Jessica with a ss in his hand. "Jessica, after all these years,


    I really didn''t expect you to change your profession. Look at me. At that time, you were much better at


    painting than me. But I still continue to be stuck in this industry. I actually made a living. Do you think


    I''m lucky?"


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    Jessica looked at James, who was a little drunk. When she first met him, he was still a little restrained.


    Many of the people who drew were rather restrained, especially James.


    "There''s a saying that the harder you work, the luckier you get."


    "I''m so happy to see my old friend today. I''m not going home if I am not drunk today." James picked up


    another ss of wine in front of Lambert. "Come and drink with me."


    Jessica felt that if she refused, it would spoil everyone''s mood. She was also very happy to see her old


    friends herself. She took the ss and brought it to her mouth. Lambert snatched it away. "Let me take


    this."


    As he spoke, he raised the ss and gulped it down.


    James looked at Lambert. "Mr. Williams, you are so considerate. Jessica is my sister. I won''t make her


    drunk."


    Jessica hadn''t expected him to remember the old joke when he was drunk. "I''m not in good health. I


    can''t drink."


    "Sister, you should tell me that. I won''t force you to drink."


    After the party, Hayden specifically instructed Lambert to send Jessica home.