A Touch of Sweetness (Finnick Norton and Vivian William) novel Chapter 2613

Never Late, Never Away Chapter 2613

“What’s the matter?” Caspian came over and asked.

“It’s nothing,” she replied immediately, “Let’s go home.”

She threw the magazine on the table and left.

Caspian caught a glimpse of her sulky face and knew she was going to throw a tantrum again. Did I do something wrong? He followed after her in a servile manner as if he was waiting for an order from her.

“How’s Larry?” she asked.

“He’s fine. You don’t have to worry about a single thing.”

Jessica turned her face and glared at him What should I worry about then?

“What’s wrong with you, Jessica? Are you feeling okay?”

Seriously, do I look sick? Don’t you know girls like compliments when they’re not in a good mood? Jessica held his hand and both of them prepared to go home.

“Jessica?”

A familiar and steady voice called out to her as they were going out of the bookstore. Jessica whipped her head and saw the photographer smiling at her.

“Hi. Are you here to get books?” she asked, reciprocating his smile.

“Do you still remember me?”

Huh? Of course. I just saw you in the afternoon. Jessica nodded her head slowly.

“I mean, we met when we were a lot younger,” the man explained.

Her eyes widened in disbelief. She was anticipating the man to tell her more.

“You saved me back then,” the man told her eagerly.

Ah! I finally remember!

Caspian shot the man a defensive glare. “Who’s this guy?”

“We’re playmates when we were young,” Jessica replied.

“What do you want, Jake?” Joan asked, looking at the man.

“I said I won’t let you have it easy,” he said squarely.

I knew it!

“Jake, you know I’m deeply sorry about Faye. It’s not like I wanted her dead!”

“Shut up!” Jake shouted, “Who are you to say her name?”

Joan jumped when he suddenly raised his voice. She knew he was a cold and cruel man. He was not someone anyone could afford to meddle with. Once he had his eyes fixated on an enemy, that person would never getaway.

“Tell me, what do you want me to do to appease your anger?”

“I want you dead.”

Joan’s heart sunk at his answer.

So this is how much you hate me? Hopelessness overwhelmed her and she turned and left.