Remarriage His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 33

Chapter 33 Terry raised his eyebrows slightly and took a deep look at Jessica without asking anything, Seeing that Jessica wasn’t in a good mood, Wendy couldn’t help but walk to her side. “Miss Hall, are you feeling unwell?” Hearing her words, Jessica withdrew her thoughts and shook her head, “No.” Jessica caught a glimpse of Terry and smiled. “Mr. Davison, are you also waiting for your driver?” Terry looked at Jessica’s almond-shaped eyes, and his brown eyes lit up. “I’m staying by your side.” Jessica laughed, “I didn’t expect that you would have such a hobby.” Terry looked at her with a faint smile. “My hobby is you, Miss Hall. You should know that.” Jessica looked at him and withdrew her smile without answering. At this time, the driver had arrived. Jessica glanced at Terry and said, “Mr. Davison, I’m going home.” As she spoke, she walked to the back seat of the car and got in the car. Wendy watched as Jessica’s car slowly drove away before she got into her own car and let the drive away. Jessica had drunk the wine, and the car was stuffy. She could not help but open the window. The wind blew on her face. It was like a heavy slap, hurting her face so much. However, not only did her face hurt, but her heart also hurt a lot. Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

Jessica looked down on herself. Jessica scolded herself in her heart. She closed her eyes and allowed the alcohol in her body to fight against the wind outside. Jessica felt the wind on her way back to the apartment, and her head hurt a lot. She took the car key from the driver, raised her hand to rub her head, sent a text message to Wendy, and then entered the elevator. The elevator was very stuffy. On the first floor, Jessica suddenly had the urge to smoke. Jessica had never smoked before. Hannah would smoke occasionally, but Hannah was not a smoker. Jessica had just walked out of the apartment building when she heard someone call her.

She looked up and found that it was Terry. “Mr. Davison?” “Where are you going?” asked Terry. Jessica glanced at Terry and did not answer. Instead, she asked, “Do you have cigarettes?” “Do you want to smoke?” Terry looked at him with a faint smile. He did not ask her why she wanted to smoke but just asked if she wanted to smoke. Jessica smiled and nodded. “Yes!” Terry looked at her and laughed. Then he waved his hand at her. “Come here.” Jessica didn’t move. She stood still and looked at Terry who had turned to go outside. “I didn’t say that I would go with you, Mr. Davison.” She just wanted to smoke. Hearing her words, Terry smiled. When he smiled, his eyes would be smiley He pursed his thin lips and there was a hint of evilness in his smile. If Jessica was an innocent little girl, she would hsten to Terry and go with Terry But she was no longer an innocent girl. “Do you want to smoke here?” Jessica was stunned for a moment before she realized that she was standing in front of her apartment, This was indeed not a good place to smoke. “Where are we going?” She lifted her bag and walked up to him. Terry looked back at her and said, “We don’t have to go anywhere. My car is parked there.” As he spoke, he walked over to his ostentatious Rolls-Royce and opened the door to wait for her. “Get in.” Jessica glanced at him. Terry seemed to know what she was thinking. “Don’t look at me like that. It makes me look like I’m abducting an innocent girl.” Jessica chuckled and got in the car. Terry closed the door and quickly walked to the side of the driver’s seat and got in the car.

He took out a pack of cigarettes and handed one to her. “Are you a smoker?” Jessica was very honest. “No.” Terry raised his eyebrows and looked at her with his smiley brown eyes, saying “Let me teach you.” Terry said as he reached out and took out a cigarette from the box. “Actually, it’s not hard. When you light a cigarette, take a puff. When the cigarette flares up, you can smoke however you want.” It sounded simple, but Jessica choked on her first puff. She was choked by the strong smell of smoke, and tears instantly came out. She did not know why so many people smoked. After one puff, Jessica didn’t want to smoke any more. Terry took out an ashtray from the side and said, “Give it to me.” Jessica reached out to give him the cigarette, and Terry extinguished it in the ashtray. Then, he looked at her and said, “You are not in a good mood. Do you want to take a ride?” She shook her head. “I had a headache on my ride back.” She was sober, but she didn’t feel well. Probably because Jessica had just choked, Jessica felt that her idea of smoking was a little silly.