Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife novel Chapter 324

　　"Did you ...... think of anything?"

　　Jessica saw that Wilfred's eyes were not right.

　　"Jessica, I have indeed heard of my aunt's great name."

　　Wilfred had no intention of hiding it.

　　"You've actually heard of my mother?"

　　Jessica looked at Wilfred in surprise.

　　"To be exact, there are very few people in the medical community, especially the older generation, who do not know the reputation of their aunt, and I only learned about it by chance once, but don't worry, I will try to find clues for you."

　　Wilfred couldn't tell Jessica the whole story, it was a bit complicated after all.

　　In her early years, Jessica's mother, Erica Reynolds, was related to the Fletcher family and was a good friend of Lorenzo's mother.

　　Back in the day in Fretston, Erica and Amiyah were arguably household names.

　　Erica, gives the feeling of noble and holy.

　　Amiyah, is unbelievably beautiful, simply captivating to describe, is not too much.

　　"It's okay, I won't be in a hurry, I'm already grateful that you're helping me."

　　Jessica treats Wilfred as a friend, and she trusts him.

　　"Jessica, let me take you home, where do you live?"

　　Wilfred glanced at his watch.

　　"I ...... live at Venus Villa ......"

　　Wilfred's body stiffened when he heard the words Venus Villa.

　　Venus Villa is a private property in Lorenzo's name, which he is certainly aware of.

　　After all, Lorenzo had just returned to Fretston, where he bought his first home, and he refused to go back to his old house to live.

　　"Jessica, you and Lorenzo have ...... made up?"

　　Wilfred looks to Jessica.

　　"We didn't see each other more than a few times in total, he had a pretty bad impression of me, and I was staying at Venus Villa simply for my grandmother."

　　"Grandma's health is not very good, the condition at that time has been issued a notice of critical illness, I can not do sit back and do nothing."

　　"Now I live in the Armstrong residence, the patriarch of the Armstrong family is Romeo Armstrong, which you should have heard of."

　　Jessica shook her head in denial.

　　"Okay, I understand, I'll send you back."

　　Wilfred thoughtfully opened the car door for Jessica.

　　"Wilfred, I'm actually grateful to you and I know exactly what you have in mind, Lorenzo and I are divorced and he doesn't remember me."

　　"Emotional matters, I do not want to talk to anyone for the time being, after all, there are more important things to do."

　　"I am grateful for your concern to help me, but I look forward to seeing you happy more than anything else, and I don't deserve your endless consumption for me."

　　Jessica turned her head to look at Wilfred sitting in the driver's seat, so long ago, meet again, he is as before, or the white boy.

　　Jessica is sometimes so lingering, she has no intention of the other side, will not dry consume the other side of the friendship, will certainly make the words clear, will not give the other side ambiguous feeling.

　　Wilfred sighed in his heart, missed, fault, if he had been one step earlier and met Jessica first, perhaps everything would have been different.

　　But, there are no ifs.

　　"Jessica, I understand what you have in mind. If you can't be a couple, don't you even have to be a like-minded friend?"

　　"You never want to hurt anyone, so make everything very clear."

　　"I like you or love you, that is the obsession of my heart in this life, you do not have to take it as a burden on your heart, I will not force you how."

　　"The only thing I ask is that you don't turn me away and break it all off."

　　Wilfred's voice trailed off.

　　Jessica listened to Wilfred's words and thought it would be good to finally get the word out, she didn't want to hold him up.

　　......

　　Venus Villa.

　　Jessica arrived home late, the old Mrs. Fletcher they had all gone to bed and left the door open for her.

　　Jessica eases her footsteps and slowly pushes open the door for fear of disturbing everyone's good night's sleep.

　　She　　wentupstairs and passed by the study and saw thatit wasopen, revealing a crack in the door. The dim light jumped out mischievously through the crack and landed on the carpet in the hallway. The crystal ashtray on the desk was littered with cigarette butts.

　　Jessica carefully observed Lorenzo's expression and saw that his brow was furrowed, his whole body exuded an aura of displeasure, and disgust pervaded his handsome face.

　　Is it because of a bad business day?

　　Are you in a bad mood again?