They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 164

Chapter 164

Jessica cut her off. “I don’t know anything about Dr. Finch’s personal life. Maybe you should go ask him yourself.”

“I see.” Sana looked disappointed for a moment, but then a sly gleam appeared in her eyes, filled with eager anticipation.

Seeing that look, Jessica asked uncertainly, “Sana, you didn’t recommend Wesley to me with ulterior motives, did you? Are you using me to chase after him?”

Wesley had been right all along. Sana really did want Jessica to “help” her pursue him.

Sana giggled sheepishly. “Jessi, it’s a win–win situation. I’m helping you while getting a tiny little favor in return.” She showed no shame about “using” Jessica and admitted it openly when asked.

Jessica didn’t know what to say. At least Sana was being upfront about it. She shook her head, picked up her purse, and decided not to waste any more time with Sana.

Whatever was going on between Sana and Wesley had nothing to do with her. She had only sought out Wesley for psychological help, nothing more

As soon as Jessica left, Sana couldn’t resist texting Wesley: [Wesley, is Jessi’s condition grave? I’m so worried about her.]

Half a minute later, Wesley replied: [I apologize, but our clinic does not disclose patient information to anyone other than the patient themselves.)

“Oh my god, Wesley actually replied to me!” Sana shouted excitedly, jumping up from her spot.

She quickly typed back: [Wesley, I’m genuinely concerned about Jessi’s condition, especially since she’s prent. I’ve made a reservation at the restaurant downstairs from your clinic. Let’s meet and talk in person.]

After sending the message, Sana waited for over ten minutes with no response. Her patience wearing thin, she sent another message: [Wesley, how about I come to your office right now for a face–to–face discussion?]

Wesley’s response was brief: [No.]

Sana stared at her phone in disbelief.

People always said pursuing a man was supposed to be easy, like pushing through a thin veil. But winning over Wesley proved impossible for her. No matter what approach she tried, nothing seemed to work.

It was past ten at night. Jacob had finished getting ready for bed and climbed under the covers. Sylvie tucked him in and left the room.

Suddenly, his smartwatch on the nightstand buzzed with a call.

“Jacob! My mom just got this crazy craving for Dunkin‘ Donuts. Dad’s taking me to get some for her right now. Their donuts are so good! Mom’s been totally obsessed with them lately, a child said.

The voice belonged to Jacob’s classmate, whose mother was also pregnant. They’d become close friends recently because of their shared situation.

“Dunkin‘ Donuts, got it.” Jacob asked for the exact location, then threw off his blanket and got up to change clothes. His friend had told him that pregnant women get hungry at night and often need late–night snacks.

What Jacob and his young friend didn’t realize was that being two months pregnant was very different from being five or six months along.

Brian spent his days preparing Jessica’s three meals, leaving most of his work for the evenings. He often returned home until well after midnight.

Jacob called the family driver and asked him to take him to Dunkin‘ Donuts.

Fortunately, Dunkin‘ Donuts was well–known, and the driver knew where it was. He drove Jacob away from Atkinson Villa.

10:02 Wed, 11 Jun GB

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