Predestined Bride

Molly fell silent and then whispered, “How did you know he was going to send me home?”

Jessica laughed, “I guessed. Mr. Christopher is such a gentleman.”

Molly and Jessica were on good terms, so Molly didn’t hide her thoughts.

She said directly, “There is something wrong with Mr. Christopher. He seems to be very smart and gentle. He insists on sending me home though he has a fiancée. He was a bastard.”

Hearing this, Jessica fell silent.

Molly thought that Jessica was thinking about whether Christopher was a bastard or not.

A moment later, Jessica asked, “Mr. Christopher insisted on sending you home?”

“Yes, but you missed my point.” Molly was tired. Jessica’s thoughts seemed to be so different from hers.

“No. That’s the point. What do you think of Christopher?” Jessica asked her.

“He is smart, capable, and handsome.” Molly came back to her senses, “But what does this have to do with me? He has a fiancée, though he insisted on sending me home. Does he want to cheat behind his fiancée?”

The more Molly thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong. Moreover, Christopher seemed to like Jessica.

Carl, who was sleeping on the bed, frowned and kicked the quilt. He seemed to be disturbed by Molly’s call.

Jessica turned off the speakerphone, “Let’s talk about it tomorrow. It’s very late today. Go to bed early.”

“I…” Molly still wanted to say something, but Jessica had hung up the phone.

Carl was so drunk that he slept from the night until dusk the next day.

Before Jessica went out in the morning, she ordered breakfast and placed it on the table. She left a note reminding Carl to heat it in the microwave oven before he ate.Nôvel/Dr(a)ma.Org - Content owner.

Jessica went out early because she needed to participate in a public welfare event.

She was busy until two or three o’clock in the afternoon, and it was dusk when she got home.

She opened the door and it was quiet inside.

“Carl?”

Jessica closed the door.

No response.

She changed her shoes and walked in. The breakfast was still there.

Why?

If Carl woke up and saw the breakfast, he must know that she bought it for him. Even if he had urgent matters, he would have finished the breakfast she bought.

Jessica walked to the bedroom and gently opened the door. Carl was on the bed.

Jessica was stunned for a moment and sighed. He hadn’t woken up yet.

Jessica went to the bedside and sat down. Just as she was thinking about waking him up, Carl pulled the quilt down, looking as if he had just woken up.

“Are you awake?”

Carl stared at Jessica for a few seconds, and then suddenly rubbed his eyes, “I’m not awake. I’m dreaming.”

If he wasn’t dreaming, how could he see Jessica?

Listening to his tone, Jessica felt that he was much more normal after the sleep.

He should be completely sober.

Jessica moved his covers away casually.

Looking at Carl’s dazed appearance, she pointed at the bathroom and said, “Go to the bathroom and clean yourself up. I want to chat with you later.”

The word “chat” was stressed.

Then she went out.

Carl rubbed his temples. What did he do yesterday?