They Want Me Back When It's Too Late (Jessica and Brian) novel Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Chapter 89

Jackson burst through the door, out of breath. “Mr. Alkinson, our guys keeping watch say Ms. Grant’s heen puking her guts out on the windy home, still retching by the roadside!

The two bodyguards assigned to secretly protect Jessica had Epped Jackson off.

ta chance to blurt out the location before Brian bolted, slamming the

Brian shot up from his chair so fast it nearly toppled over. Jackson didn’t even get a door hard enough to rattle the windows.

Jackson rolled his eyes, thinking. ‘Now he’s panicking? Dude’s never watched a ‘win–your–er back‘ drama, clearly But he still sent the address to Brian’s phone without hesitation,

When Brian screeched to a halt at the scene, Jessica was still bent over, dry–heaving like she was trying to cough up her insides.

Jessi Brian reached out to rub her back.

But she flinched away. “Don’t. Don’t touch me,” she gasped, waving his hand off. “Just…let me finish,” she finished speaking before his face changed.

Brian’s brows furrowed at the mess on the ground, not in disgust, but in concern. He remembered Jessica’s pregnancy with Jacob–she’d rarely thrown

Sure, he’d been absent a lot, but the few times she’d rushed to the bathroom at night, he saw all she could manage was a little acid reflux.

He wondered, “What the hell is different this time?”

Jessica retched & few more times until her stomach was empty. Only when she started spitting up bile did the nausea finally ease up. She tried to stand. but her vision swam. She would’ve hit the ground if Brian hadn’t caught her.

Glancing at her pale face, he scooped her up and deposited her in his car. The sudden movement leh Jessica dizzy. She sat there, taking deep breaths, waiting for the world to stop spinning

As Brian drove, he kept stealing worried glances at her.

“Where are we going?” Jessica finally managed to ask, her voice hoarse. She squinted out the window, realizing they weren’t headed towards her home.

Brian’s lips parted slightly, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the steering wheel. Jessica studied the familiar streets outside and realized they were headed for Atkinson Villa

“I’m not going there,” she snapped, reluctant to go back there.

Brian shat her a sidelong glance. “Where else is there for you to go in your condition!”

Jessica’s brows knit together, and she said firmly in a cold voice, “I said no. If you’re dead–set on making my life miserable, fine. I’ll call someone to pick me up right now.” She meant it–she’d sit on the villa’s doorstep until someone picked her up.

Brian exhaled sharply, defeated by her stubbornness. The apartment nearby, then?”

Her silence was answer enough. With a sigh of relict, he took a sharp turn. That apartment had been Jessica’s during their dating days, and she’d bought it later. The place still felt like a relic of their past.

The drive was dead silent. When they arrived, the apartment sparkled thanks to the regular housekeeping. Brian headed straight for the kitchen, filling

the kettle with water.

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