Jarvis looked up as if he had been electrocuted. Looking at Dixon incredulously, he repeated the keywords in his sentence, "Jealous?"
Dixon just wanted to say yes. Jarvis sneered and slammed all the things on the table to the floor.
A loud clanging sound rang out in the suite. Lenard and Dixon frowned together, "You're so mad, and you said you're not jealous."
"I'm not."
Jarvis mumbled. No one knew who he was trying to convince, "I'm not jealous. How could I be jealous because of a woman like her?"
Next to him, Dixon and Lenard had no time to stop him before Jarvis slumped on the table heavily, "There's no way I'd be jealous of Queenie! Her? She's just a lowly dog! I don't care if she lives or dies! I just don't want my dog to be adopted by someone else. What is she? How could she deserve my jealousy?"
Queenie was not worth it!
She was such a hypocritical and pretentious woman! She was a bitch! In her eyes, Sonia was more important than him. He had raised her for nothing. She was such an ungrateful bitch!
Jarvis drank too much. His mind was dazed. And all his mind was semi-conscious. He tried to sleep to make himself feel better. But it was no use.
All sensory perceptions were paralyzed. Only the pain was still so deep and sharp.
Why... The depression and irritation lingered in his chest. Every time he tried to fall asleep, he was pulled back to wakefulness by those feelings. Jarvis couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. And his heart was pounding only for lingering.
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