Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 103

The four of them were talking at the wine table, but actually, they were talking with other intentions, one for business, and the other for women.

Martin was the first to stand up and leave. "I want to go first."

Scott said, "Why are you in such a hurry? Are you going to be punished for being late?"

"Even if that's true, I'd like that." Martin left without looking back.

He took a taxi straight to RH Apartments.

Sally heard the doorbell ring and saw Martin on the video phone, so she hung up.

After a while, he walked up and knocked directly on the door.

Sally was afraid of disturbing the neighbor next door, so she had to open it.

"You broke into my house in the middle of the night. Are you not afraid that I will call the police?"

"When the police arrive, I'll say that it's just two people in love having little arguments. And then the police will arrest you of calling the police for nothing."

As he spoke, he hugged Sally from behind.

Sally couldn't move. "Who would believe you?"

"If you don't believe me, pull down your collar and the police will understand when they see the hickeys on your neck."

"I didn't expect you to not only be a gigolo but also a rascal. Now you mention it, I still feel sore all over."

"Don't tell me you didn't feel good." Martin turned around and pressed Sally against the wall. "You left right after the night. You treated me as some sex toy. Do you think that you can get rid of me so easily?"

"Didn't you admit that you were a gigolo?"

"Since you want to keep a gigolo, you got to fulfill my sexual need."

Sally tried to struggle and fell directly on the sofa beside them with him.

"You smell of alcohol. Go take a shower first."

"Well, I'm drunk. Come help me then. Of course, I can help you too."

Ever since she and Oliver separated, Lambert spent more time in the studio, painting with her, and taking care of her grandma with her.

This made Jessica very uncomfortable.

That day, after she handed the painting to her client, she got her salary and invited her friends from the studio to the tea room.

Everyone else arrived late, and she and Lambert were the only ones in the quiet tea room.

Lambert said calmly, "Did Oliver bother you again?"

"No."

"Grandpa has arranged a family banquet at the old house. Do you want to go with me?"

"He will be clear with grandpa about the thing between Oliver and me. It has nothing to do with me."

"It's not you and Oliver. It's me who wants to take you back."

Jessica's hand, which was holding the teacup, trembled.