NovelBarPlease, avoid being so reckless moving forward. Also, | regret what happened with Axell. Had it not been for me, you wouldnt have gotten injured, nor would your daughter have been kidnapped.
Jessie spoke earnestly, expressing sentiments she hadnt voiced in the hospital, feeling it was the moment for candor.
Albert realized Jessie was seeking to put space between them and preferred not to meet him again, yet he was not ready to give up.
He leaned back on the sofa, drawing a cigarette from his pocket and lighting it up.
A wispy trail of smoke bridged the space between them. Eventually, Albert stated calmly, Jeslyn is delicate, and the ordeal has cast a shadow on her. | need your help as her tutor. Like we agreed, twice ‘weekly visits, with a compensation of 200 thousand a month.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHis demeanor was strictly businesslike.
Jessie was torn, aware that her involvement had somehow indeed led to Jeslyns kidnap by Axell.
Noticing her reluctance, Albert didnt push further.
He took his time finishing his cigarette before adding, Regarding us, | wont coerce you. Ill refrain from touching you if thats not your wish.
Dont worry.
Knowing that Jeslyn still experienced nightmares occasionally, Jessie couldnt help but feel guilty.
After giving it some thought, she nodded and said, Ill teach her my way.
But Mr. Waston, you cant step in.
Albert stubbed out his cigarette, a faint smile playing on his Lips.
Why the formalities? Calling me Mr. Waston feels a bit weird, dont you think? Jessie, do we really need to be so proper? Jessie glanced down, a soft grin spreading across her lips. Sure thing.
There is nothing going on between us.
Albert felt the urge to speak but eventually reined it in.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHe rose, suggesting, Hey, lets grab dinner here. ll tell the chef to whip up some perch for you. You dig
perch, right? Theyre juicy and fresh this time of year.
Jessie shook her head.
When she mentioned sending him home, Alberts brow creased. Jessie, cant we just hang out like old pals and grab a bite to eat? Already on her feet, Jessie headed for the door.
Have you ever known friends who, uh, go there? she inquired.
Albert, dont push it. My roots might be in Duefron, but Ive got a sweet setup abroad. | have no problem moving abroad again, Jessie explained.
Albert sank onto the couch.
The summer sun beat down, casting a golden glow on his profile, enhancing his good looks. He watched her leave without protest.
Later, he walked out of the villa slowly. Jessie sat in her car with the window rolled down.
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