They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Chapter 85

Brian was calm and collected, rarely letting his emotions show. But when he scrolled through the search results, his brow furrowed in disado wondered, “Seriously–is there any way Jessica will actually want this sto?

Before hitting “Buy” he sent Janke a screenshot with question marks plastered all over the oddest

Brian: You sure pregnant women go for this stuff?)

His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, thinking, ‘She’s pregnant, not some alien!

Janice’s reply came in rapid–fire taps. Her attitude practically screamed, “I’m pregnant. Who knows better?”

Janice: [Mr. Mkinson, pregnancy hormones mess with everything One woman might love grass–scented socks, another could crave lemons, durians heck, even the smell of rotten eggs. It’s all over the map |

Janice (And that punching cushion? Snap some cocky selfies when you give it to her. Just ignore the “cocky” part. Soving your face on that cushion! Perfect stress–reliever. Boats taking a swing at you, right?)

Brian stared at his phone, mouth half–open, wondering. Since when did Jessi get so weird? Last pregnancy, she was normal is Janice pulling my leg or have intissed something huge?”

Shrugging, he splurged on the order. What did he have to lose?

When it came to those selfies, Brian held up his phone, eyeing his reflection with a grimace,

Click, click. He figured he’d pass the prints along to Jessica after getting them done.

Jessica

was completely in the dark about what Brian had done behind her back.

That afternoon, the receptionist got a package addressed to Jessica and called Herbert instantly.

Once he grabbed the package and brought it upstairs, he opened it up to check for anything sketchy. Inside were huge, Al–sized close–ups of Brian looking smug.

Even Herbert, a veteran who’d spent over two decades working under Dereck, was scratching his head.

“Am I seriously out of touch?” he muttered. “I’m only forty–five or six Retirement’s ages away.”

Totally baffled, he just carried the stack of photos to Jessica’s office.

One look at the pictures, and Jessica wont dead silent, speechless.

Brian hated having his photo taken. Whenever the paparazzi tried to snap him, the company’s lawyers took care of it–so his face had never leaked to the public.

Even after they got together, they barely took any private pictures. It wasn’t until Jacob came along that they finally took some family shots.

With a sigh, Jessica rubbed her temples. “Leave them there. Don’t worry about him.”

“Sure thing.” Noticing her rubbing her head, Herbert asked softly, “Ms. Grant, maybe take a break?”

“Yeah, good call.” She pushed away from her desk. The documents were jam packed with dense text, and she had to pore over every single word. One wrong move, and she could mess up the whole thing

It looked easy on the surface, but it took laser focus to keep everything on track.

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