They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 87

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Chapter 87

Chapter 87

Madeline dragged herself back to her office, her mind spinning. She refreshed Jessica’s Instagram feed obsessively, but there were still no new pos

The memory of Jessica’s morning sickness made her clench her fists so hard her nails bit into her palms,

She thought. “No way that conniving Jessica is actually pregnant–right? Not when everything is finally falling into place!

She refused to let Brian and Jacobs slip through her fingers now. A calculating glint it up her eyes.

At Grant Group, Jessica let out a double sneeze. “Great, ans I getting sick?” she mutteredl.

Just then, Madeline’s text popped up. Jessi, it feels like forever. I’m at your go to restaurant, waiting for you at 7 tonight. Can’t wait!]

k me out?!

Jessica scoffed, thinking, ‘How does Madeline have the gall to ask me

She ignored the message, rubbing her temples. Too many desserts were catching up with her–her stomach churned, killing her appetite.

Meanwhile, Brian watched Jessica through the security cameras, frowning at her listless demeanor. He’d already cut back on the sweets on her desk yesterday.

Grabbing the office phone, he ordered, “Send the Chicken Caesar Salad to Grant Group, stat”

That Michelin–starred chef he’d begged favors to hire had been slaving away in his rented villa kitchen since landing. Along with the salad, he’d whipped up a batch of cream mushroom soup and toasted bread.

Brian’s guys worked like clockwork. Within minutes, Grant Group’s receptionist buzzed Herbert to pick up the insulated food boxes. Jessica knew instantly who’d sent them.

She tried to resist, but her empty stomach protested. The dizziness from low blood sugar was getting hard to ignore.

The moment she cracked open the first container, the rich aroma of cream mushrooms soup hit her nose, making her mouth water.

As Herbert unpacked the rest, each dish looked more mouthwatering than the last.

Brian finally exhaled as he watched Jessica dig in. That favor pulling had been worth every headache,

Madeline waited in the restaurant for 30 minutes, but Jessica never showed. She fired off another test, but got radio silence in return.

Her jaw tightened. Earlier that day, she’d casually mentioned picking up Jacob from school. Brian shot her down flat–the first time ever when it came to Jacob.

Madeline thought, if he and Jessica get back together, what chance do I have? Jessica will probably fire me, or worse, blacklist me from Hartdale’s entire

social scene

Meanwhile, Jessica missed Madeline’s desperate texts promising to wait all night. She was in her speed.

eye–rolling as the car beside hers matched her

Jacob plastered his face against the window. “Mom! Check out my pig nose!” He wiggled his tongue and smushed his nose into the glass, pulling goofy

faces.

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Jessica averted her eyes.

“Give your mom a break.” Brian scooped Jacob aside

The boy deflated with an “okay” All that effort, and not even a smirk from her.

Leaning back, Jessica conked out mid–drive. Brian watched the driver call her name repeatedly before she finally roused, bleary eyed.

Early pregnancy meant nausea and non–stop latigue.

Brian’s expression turned somber. He’d keep tabs on her from afar so as not to disturb her.

Jacob tried to bolt inside to see Dereck and Stella, but Brian held him back.

The following day, Madeline reached out to Jessica two more times. But with no replies in sight, she finally cracked.

“Hi, I’d like to see Ms. Grant. I’m Madeline. I came all the way here just to check on Jessi,” Madeline said,

That afternoon, Madeline picked out a beautifully wrapped fruit basket. But hidden beneath the fresh–looking produce were rotten fruits–she’d specifically asked the shopkeeper to pack it that way.

It wouldn’t really hurt Jessica, but it’d sure gross her out.

The receptionist sized Madeline up. The woman oozed corporate–boss vibes. And since she knew Jessica, the receptionist thought she was probably some rich heiress.

Without a word, the receptionist swiveled and dialed the president’s office. “Ms. Grant, there’s a Madeline here asking to meet you.”

“Tell her no.”

“Got it.

The receptionist blinked, caught off guard by Jessica’s blunt refusal. “Sorry, Ms. Grant’s swamped right now,” she lied with a fake smile

It felt like Jessica had slapped her in the face, then ground her heel into the dirt. Forcing a grin, she turned and all but ran out

Madeline’s smile wavered. It to of Grant Group’s lobby.

‘So what if she was born into money? Madeline seethed, grinding her teeth. ‘Who does Jessica think she is, snubbing me like that?”

Jessica never expected Madeline to show up at the office. She thought, ‘Doesn’t she feel any shame, lacing me, her “mentor“?” Frowning, Jessica flipped through the paperwork. She couldn’t shake the bad mood that Madeline had brought on

She couldn’t bring herself to think about the years s this level of devotion from Jessica.

she’d spent training Madeline from scratch. Not even her closest friend, Gabriela, had ever received

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