บททั้งหมดของ The Prison Bride: บทที่ 281 - บทที่ 290

"You're looking for a new place, aren't you? Is it based on Ms. Stewart's preference?" Anne asked.Jack nodded."Honestly, you should just ask her. That's the only way to really understand what she wants. I know you're doing this for her, but picking a place to live is something you two should decide together."Jack thought about it and realized she was right."You could shortlist a few places you like. Take some videos, send them to her, and ask what she thinks. Once she gives feedback, you can tell the agent exactly what to look for. It'll save you a lot of trouble.""Got it," Jack said.After lunch, they went their separate ways, and he continued his search.Meanwhile, Jessie had just wrapped up a meeting with her R&D team and was back in her office when her phone rang.It was an unfamiliar number.She was about to decline it when a text came through.[It's Marie. Please take the call.]Jessie hesitated before answering."Ms. Stewart, are you free tonight?" Marie asked.

Who would've thought that in just three years, almost every one of those kids who once cried to her had changed.After finishing the pasta, Jessie and Jack went over the ledger together.Over the past three years, the funding had gone up year after year.Back then, Jessie had assumed it was because more kids were going to college, so expenses naturally increased. She never thought there might be something wrong."When you have time later, send me all their contact info. It's getting late, and Jack and I have to leave." Jessie had a meeting with the R&D team at nine."Jessie, do you think I've been too soft on the kids?" Nala asked. Seeing Jessie frown over the ledger made her feel like she'd failed at her job."Yeah. You didn't push them when they stopped turning in their report cards," Jessie said helplessly.Her honesty made Nala feel a little better."I tried, but sometimes they just ignored me when they got fed up." Nala sighed.To her, those kids were like her own, and wh

Mark looked into Jessie's eyes. He wass silent for a long while before he finally said, "None of us in the Stewart family are innocent. Jessie grew up in an orphanage, and we all looked down on her. We thought she was plain, that she didn't have the grace of a real heiress, and that she wasn't born into money. Taking her out in public was embarrassing. So every time the Stewart family went on vacation, Jessie was never part of it. We'd just leave her behind and take the lively, charming Mia instead.""Mark–" Laura's voice trembled. Her eyes were full of disappointment.He turned to her and let out a cold, bitter laugh. "You think you're the one who's suffered? The one who truly suffered was Jessie, wasn't it? You talk about depression, but what right do you have to claim that? Jessie was treated like garbage by her own parents and brothers and still never broke down. You, on the other hand, wallowed in pity. You did so many awful things to her I've lost count. I'm not going to defend

Jessie and Jack arrived at the farmers’ market. It had been her idea to come.The place was much cleaner and better organized than it used to be, but Jack still couldn’t get used to it.The air was thick with scents of pork, fish, and other types of seafood all mixing together into something pungent and overwhelming.Every few steps brought a new scent, and after a while, he felt a little nauseous.Jessie noticed the way he kept frowning and couldn’t help but laugh. "I should’ve bought you a mask. Not a fan of the smell, huh?""Yeah, it’s a little much, but I’ll get used to it after a few trips," Jack admitted.When he lived at his own villa, a team picked out the freshest ingredients every morning and delivered them to his kitchen. Anything left unused was cleared away the next day.He’d never had to pick out groceries himself.Jessie, on the other hand, was in her element here."Can you weigh that bass for me?" she asked while pointing to the biggest fish in the tank.Jack

Ronny didn't really get it, but when he thought about the simple dishes Jessie had made and compared them to the ones Jack usually cooked, something about it just clicked in his mind.After dinner, Harry went to check out the study Jack had decorated, while Jessie and Ronny stayed behind to clear the table."Jessie, were you not used to living at Jack's place?" Ronny asked softly while gathering the dining utensils."How could anyone not get used to living like the rich?" Jessie smiled as she replied.Ronny looked up at her lowered gaze. He was still puzzled. "Then why?""This place is a lot like me. It's ordinary but comes with a bit of inconvenience. In fact, Jack might soon notice some habits of mine that seem odd. I want to see if he can get used to that."It wasn't that Jessie enjoyed hardship.It was just that her way of living was simple, like the meal she'd cooked that night.The food was plain and homely, and she only knew how to make a handful of dishes. She couldn't