The Call from Jessica

"Have you found Jessica?" Leah asked, chewing the grilled salmon in her mouth. Jerome stopped his hand which was busy cutting the salmon on his plate, "She will contact you soon," Jerome replied coldly.

Leah frowned, "What do you mean? So you talked to Jessica already?" Leah shouted impatiently. Was her bad thought about Jerome is a mistake?

Jerome nodded, "I managed to find the number last night when you were busy hanging out with another man," Jerome responded. His face was flat.

Leah's heartfelt as if it had slumped to her knees. She lowered her head, staring at her nearly empty plate. Her brain was deep in thought, thinking of the most appropriate answer.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Leah reacted at last. She could imagine that after this Jerome might curse her violently.

Jerome laughed out loud, the echo of his laughter filling the silence of the dining room. Leah shuddered in horror, she gripped her dress tig