Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica) novel Chapter 165

"I'm sorry. I drank something wrong that night, so I had sex with you. I wasn't very conscious at that time..."

Before Lambert could finish, Jessica stopped him. "Stop."

She didn't want to find out who the father of her child was.

Although she doubted Tina's words as she thought Tina lied to her on purpose. It didn't matter anymore. She just wanted to live a peaceful life with her grandmother and her child.

The last time she stubbornly went to Holland so as to find out what happened that night. But she lost her memory due to the injuries, which led to things that shouldn't have happened with Oliver.

Now, she did not dare to take a step into No. 27 Hotel, which had her past pain as well as the happiest moments with Oliver.

She didn't want to ignite those memories anymore.

She wanted to forget everything.

However, she didn't expect Lambert to personally investigate what happened that day and show her the evidence.

Perhaps she would consider being with Lambert for the sake of the child. Only if she didn't share the memory with Oliver.

In fact, she did not hate Lambert before, but just regarded him as a friend.

However, it was absolutely impossible for them to be friends now.

Lambert continued, "Jessica, don't just evade the problem. Haven't you always wanted to figure this out? Now that I've brought you so much evidence, don't you believe me?"

"Do you want me to hate you for making me believe all this?" Jessica sneered.

"It's all my fault. If I had known that the woman that night was you, I wouldn't have let you suffer so much. Since I had made a mistake, I wanted to correct it in time. Please give me a chance to make it up to you."

"I don't need you to make up for it. My baby has nothing to do with you."

The woman she sat with easily pulled her back. "Miss White, please don't move in the car. It's dangerous. We're just in charge of sending you to rest. We won't do anything to hurt you."

"If you don't let me out of the car, you're hurting me. Let me go." She shouted.

No matter what Jessica said, the woman driving in the front seat had no intention of stopping.

Jessica took out her phone and wanted to call Lambert, only to find that she didn't even have his phone number.

She watched as the scenery on both sides sped back.

Soon, the car stopped at the entrance of a courtyard.

Inside came a seeming butler who opened the door.