Jessica knew that Ryan was waiting for me.
She was the one asking for us to give her a ride, but she still sat in the passenger seat.
I really wanted to turn on my heels and leave, but reason told me to stay. I reached out my hand and said to Ryan, "Keys."
Ryan remained silent and just placed the keys in my hand.
I walked around the front of the car and sat in the driver's seat. I smiled as I looked at the surprised look on Jessica's face. "No problem at all. You're Ryan's sister, so it's normal for you to ask us to give you a lift."
After saying so, I looked at Ryan, who was still standing next to the car. "Get in. Grandpa is probably already waiting for us."
No one spoke throughout the journey.
It was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.
Jessica wanted to talk to Ryan, but she didn't because she probably felt that it would seem a little awkward if she kept on turning around to talk to Ryan.
Ryan had probably sensed my unhappiness, so he opened a bottled drink and passed it to me. "Mango juice, your favorite."
I took a sip and then frowned a little before passing the drink back. "It's a little too sweet, you can have the rest."
I was into sour food recently. In the past, I would force myself to finish things that I didn't really like because I didn't want to waste any food.
However, that was not something I could do at that time.
"Okay," said Ryan and then took the bottle without question.
"I don't think it's appropriate to give him something that you've already drank, right? There are a lot of germs in the mouth. This is how the Helicobacter Pylori is passed around," Jessica said worriedly.
I couldn't help but smile. "According to what you're saying, the two of us sleeping together at night would be even more dangerous?"
We were all adults, so it was obvious that Jessica knew what I was talking about. "I didn't expect the two of you to still be so intimate after being married for so many years."
"Are you jealous?" Ryan asked coldly.
On occasions like this, Ryan's attitude towards Jessica would make me think that he didn't like the latter.
It seemed to be how the two of them interacted and they were used to it.
"So what if I am?" Jessica retorted.
"No one cares."
"Yeah, yeah." Jessica pouted her lips and a smile appeared on her face. "I wonder who was it that kept me company on his wedding night when he found out that I was hurt..."
"Jessica Frost!" Ryan's face changed and his voice turned sharp.
I suddenly came back to my senses and slammed on the brakes. The car stopped just inches away from a zebra crossing.
I looked at Ryan's dark face through the rearview mirror and my heart ached more than ever before.
My heart was instantly filled with grievances.
It was rare for Ryan to panic in front of me. "Charlotte..."
"You were with her that night?"
Only then did I realize how bitter my voice was.
I almost couldn't control the emotions in my heart.
No matter how the two of us got along now, he just left me by myself on our wedding night after a phone call. That was something I couldn't forget.
The marriage between the two of us was arranged by his grandfather, William Frost.
During the beginning of our marriage, the two of us acted like strangers for some time, so I didn't get a chance to ask him where he went that night.
The answer was kept a mystery until that day.
However, at that moment, I felt like Jessica grabbed my heart and squeezed it as hard as she could.
I looked between the two of them and felt like I was a joke.
Jessica covered her mouth in a panic and looked at Ryan. "Didn't you tell Charlotte about this? I'm sorry for not thinking things through and being too straightforward."
It was as if she was saying that Ryan and I weren't as close as we thought. Otherwise, why would Ryan keep such a matter a secret?
"Jessica Frost, are you out of your goddamn mind?" Ryan's face was colder than ever.
He had profound facial features, his face was cold and he was emitting a cold aura that sent shivers down one's back. This was one of the reasons why he was able to be in control of the Frost Group at such a young age.
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry. How could I have known that you didn't tell her about this matter!" Jessica quickly apologized. Her voice was innocent, but intimate.
She seemed to know that Ryan couldn't do anything to her.
A familiar ringtone suddenly sounded. "Give it to me."
I reached out and told Ryan to give me my phone back.
I answered the call and then calmed myself down a little. "Grandpa."
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