My Wife Is So Sweet

Chapter 78 To Steal It

Chapter 78 To Steal It

Marie's voice came through the door.

"Jessica, are you still inside? I brought you a gown."

Jessica resumed her expression before turning around to open the door.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

Smiling, Marie noticed her abnormal look and asked with concern, "Jessica, are you alright?"

Jessica forced a smile and shook her head.

Although she was shaking her head, everything on her face indicated that there was something on her

mind, making her sad.

How could Marie not see the hint?

She said in worried tone, "Jessica, did Natalia that b*tch bully you again? What did she tell you?"

Jessica still shook her head.

After a pause, she took Marie's hand and said, "I'm fine. I'm just... I'm just worried."

"Worried about what?

"I..."

Jessica hung her head and her eyes sparkled.

"Jessica, come on, speak it out to me?"

Jessica said in a gentle voice, "You probably won't believe it. I find it unbelievable as well. I did not

expect my sister to be like that, I really..."

Her voice gradually choked up with sobs, as she was about to cry soon.

Her delicate and pretty face was clouded over.

Marie could not stand it anymore and said, "I knew it! It must be that b*tch bullying you again! What did

she do?"

Shaking her head, it took Jessica a while to recover her mood.

Then she continued, "After you escort Tammy to the guest room, she stopped me and said that the

manuscript I drew five years ago is in her hand, and she can prove that it is her work, as long as she

takes out that manuscript tonight."

Marie widened her eyes in disbelief.

"Damn! What a b*tch? Wouldn't that make you the bad guy slandering her?"

Jessica nodded.

"What a shameless woman!"

"Marie, you are my best sister, and I only dare to tell you about it. I really don't know what to do. You

know, my sister is good at talking, and I'm really afraid that she will take out that manuscript to slander

me, and then I'll be totally screwed."

Marie said indignantly, "Jessica, don't worry! Since she dares to say so, it means she has brought that

manuscript with her tonight. As long as we get that manuscript out before she displays it, everything will

be all right." Nôvel(D)rama.Org's content.

Jessica looked at her blankly, taken by surprise.

"Steal, steal it?"

Marie nodded with certainty.

"Yes."

"But ... will it be not good?"

"Nothing good or bad. That's what she's done!"

At last, Marie noticed the dilemma in Jessica's embarrassed eyes.

She patted her chest irritably.

"Don't worry. You don't have to do it. I'll take care of it for you. All you have to do is to help me keep her

from going back to her room."

Jessica looked at her with hesitation for a long time.

Finally, she said, "Well... alright!"

"Go get changed first, I will go out now."

"Well, thank you, Marie."

After Marie went out and closed the door, Jessica got up.

All the earlier hesitation and weakness disappeared from her pretty face.

Instead, all that left was disdain and loathing.

She swore in a barely audible voice, "idiot!", and then glanced at the dress in disgust, which was

obviously an improvised, ill-fitting one, and get changed.

As the event in the school was over, people began to gather in the ball room.

Natalia skillfully walked through the crowd, talking and laughing.

She was never fond of such occasions, but two years as the PR director in Century Entertainment had

taught her to socialize and then she gradually got used to it.

The previous farce in such a lively atmosphere was not mentioned by anyone, as if it had never

happened.

After all, no matter how popular the headline became, it was none of their business.

It was just a topic for gossiping, but today it was obviously not the occasion for it. Most guests present

were either rich or powerful, then who would be mindless to talk about trifles happened in school days.

What's more, Natalia was elegant, and many were subconsciously reluctant to associate her with that

girl in the scandal of five years ago.

In short, the past was in the past. Since the person involved was not willing to bring it up, they would

naturally be happy to comply.

Therefore, they didn't turn a cold shoulder to Natalia because of that, and a few rich and young men

came to greet her because of her stunning appearance.

Natalia did not refuse and responded in a gentle and polite manner.

She had been in the circle for years and knew all too well the way how the world worked.

A lot of people might look like a playboy, but actually, they could have very deep connections. One day

maybe she would need their help.

One more friend was better than one more enemy.

Not far away, Shawn stared at her shuttling around in the crowd with a somber face.

Then, a clear, gentle voice came from behind.

"Shawn."

Shawn turned and saw Jessica. Putting down the wine glass in hand, he pulled her over.

"Have you seen her? Is she alright?"

Jessica shook her head.

"It's okay, she's just a little sad. I have left Tammy up there with her. She will be all right soon."

"Good."

With that, the conversation between them ended.

Shawn said nothing after that, and took another glass of wine, taking one sip after another.

Jessica was disappointed to see him like this.

"Shawn, do you have anything to tell me?"

Shawn froze and looked at her, "Tell you what?"

Jessica did not know what to say.

With bitterness creeping in her heart, her eyes gradually tainted with wetness.

She forced a smile and bent her head slightly.

"I thought you would be worried about me and asked why I changed my clothes."

Shawn was stunned.

He took a careful look, only to find that Jessica was wearing another dress.

His face changed.

Feeling embarrassed, he let out a dry cough.

"I'm sorry. I didn't notice because I was thinking about something. What's wrong? Why did you change

your clothes?"

His unease tone and gaze made Jessica heartbroken.

She stared at Shawn and found obvious nervousness in his eyes. She felt sad in the heart.

"Nothing, I accidentally got spilled all over with wine." She said in an angry tone.

She didn't mention who did it, supposing that he could guess the perpetrator by himself.