Chapter 312 Even If I Die by Your Hand, I Would Be Willing (4)
Jessica, feeling her nerves getting the best of her, quickly shoved James out the door. "I got this. You should bounce."
Before he left, James pulled out some cash from his wallet. "Hit up the counter and settle the bill for me, so Cynthia won't have anything to gripe about."
And with that, he was gone.
Jessica stood there, staring at the spot where he disappeared, her emotions all over the place.
She glanced at the cash in her hand, realizing James was trying to be considerate.
It was a big deal that a guy as stubborn and headstrong as him would bend just to keep her from stressing.
Right then, Cynthia's sharp, sarcastic voice cut through the air. "Oh, he's left. Still fixated on him."
Jessica looked at her, puzzled. "Ms. Wells, did I do something to tick you off?"
Cynthia snorted, her tone dripping with meaning, "You know exactly what! It's wild how shameless some girls can be these days. James is hot, loaded, and successful. Bet there are plenty of shameless chicks trying to cozy up to him. You've probably seen a few!"
Jessica's heart skipped a beat, feeling like Cynthia was onto something. But she couldn't make sense of what Cynthia was saying.
She replied coolly, "Ms. Wells, if there's nothing else, I gotta get back to work."
With that, she walked past Cynthia, missing the jealous glint in her eyes.
Jessica spent the whole day stressing about how to explain things to James.
James already knew she was hiding something. If he found out, he'd be even less likely to agree to a divorce.
Jessica was restless and didn't want to leave work. She dreaded going home early and facing James; lying to him always left her tongue-tied.
It wasn't until after eight that she finally hopped on the subway home.
On the way, she picked up some anti-inflammatory meds and gauze to avoid taking James to the hospital for dressing changes and stirring up gossip.
When she got home, the villa was quiet; dinner was already over.
So, she could dodge James for one night. She still hadn't come up with a good excuse for her recent behavior.
Upon tiptoeing back to her room, to her surprise, she found James sitting on her bed, waiting.
The storage room was tiny, and James's height made it feel even smaller.
Jessica was startled as she exclaimed, "What are you doing here?"
"Waiting for you to change my dressing," James said, deadpan.
Jessica replied, "We just changed it this morning. It doesn't need it again today."
James paused, then suddenly pulled out the package she had stashed in the cabinet. "You bought all these instant noodles. Planning to live off this stuff?"
Embarrassed, Jessica avoided his gaze. "I just have a thing for them."
James thought about the days she hadn't been at the dining table, surviving on instant noodles, and felt a pang of discomfort.
With a furrowed brow, he asked coldly, "Why? Even if it means eating this junk and living in this dump, you still won't say a kind word to me or come back. Jessica, I'm waiting for your explanation!"
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