Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

After leaving the restaurant, Sally said, "Mr. Deerman, why do you always make bad friends? They are all like Oliver."

"Well, then I can be a standout among them.”

"That's funny, man.” Sally suddenly smiled.

Martin's skin was white among men. Perhaps he had been in the hospital all year long, wearing a mask all day, and he seldom exposed to the sun.

He looked handsome and he was tall. If it weren't for his medical skills, there would have been many people willing to keep him just because of his handsome look.

Martin didn't know why she laughed.

"Is Lambert here?" He asked.

"Not yet."

"Then why are you so anxious to come out?"

"I don't want to socialize with some irrelevant people. It's nice to come out to get some fresh air.” Martin asked, "Do you want to go home? I can drive you there."

Sally hesitated for a moment and said, "No need. Let's persuade Jessica to go to Birmingham first. She's so pitiful here alone, a hundred times more pitiful than I am in Birmingham alone.”

Martin said with a straight face, "I'm alone in Birmingham. Can't you pity me?"

"Come on. Who doesn't know you're from Birmingham? By the way, have you really lived in Lambola City before?"

It was only then that Sally became interested in the pretty boy beside her.

In the past, she didn't notice that he had such a wide range of social contacts. When he was silent in front of people, he seemed to be a modest gentleman. In private, he was a chatterbox.

"Of course.”

"Have you seen me before?"

"Certainly."

"Why didn't you tell me before? For the sake of being from the same city, I can be nicer to you." Martin smiled and said, "Well, it's not too late yet. Get in the car. We should get Lambert."

They arrived at the airport just in time.

When Lambert just got off the plane, he received a call from Sally, telling him where to meet. "Welcome to Lambola City." Sally looked at Lambert, who was in a hurry.

Lambert got into the car and found that the driver was Martin, "Mr. Deerman is here too."

Martin didn't seem to want to talk, and he just nodded

"Which hotel does Jessica stay in now?" Lambert asked without any hesitation.

Sally glanced at Martin, who was driving, and he seemed indifferent and focused on driving. She turned to Lambert and said, "The hotel you will stay. Should we change hotels?"

Only then did Martin say faintly, "We're all here. Is it necessary to change?"

Sally rolled her eyes at him, "You're not helping, rubberneck.”

Lambert said, "It's OK."

Oliver didn't talk much with Jessica and they parted unhappily. He went to the bar downstairs. Looking at the man who was drinking alone in the broad daylight. He knew it must be because of his wife, Simon didn’t dare to get close to him.

Oliver suddenly called out, "Simon, come here.”

Simon walked up to him in fear, "Mr. Williams, can I help you?"

"Did you bring the key to the house I asked you to buy?"

"Yes."

"Is the access card ready?"

"Everything is ready."

After speaking to Simon, he rested his head directly on the bar.

Oliver was in poor health before, but he rarely drank. This time, he was drunk.

Simon quickly heaved him, "Mr. Williams, you are drunk. You should go back.”

Oliver shook Simon's hand away, "No, she hates to see me."

She, of course, was Jessica.

Jessica did not take a good poke at him. He knew he was wrong and admitted it.

After a while, Oliver got up again, "I want to talk to her.”

Simon followed behind and sent him to the room on the top floor. Simon decided to stand at the door, afraid that Oliver would call him.

Before Oliver entered the bedroom, Jessica smelled alcohol.

Although he usually had a lot of social engagements, he didn't drink much. He suddenly came back with a smell of alcohol. Jessica was so scared that she sat up straight on the bed.

Oliver probably saw that she was a little frightened and said, "Don't worry. I'll leave after a quick talk.”

"If you have anything to say, just make it clear today."

Jessica still didn't look at the man. She didn't want to see him again.

Even if he saved her this time, she didn't want to say a word of gratitude and she couldn't say it.

It was all because of this man that she had so much trouble.

Jessica thought a lot when she was lying in bed. She hated him, and it would not change.

"Come with me, back to Birmingham. I give you freedom."

"What about my grandma? Are you going to kick her out of the hospital right away?" Jessica asked, looking at this man now. He could do anything.

Oliver had never thought of such an idea.

Perhaps it was the effect of alcohol that made his brain slow down for a moment. He hesitated for a moment without answering.

Jessica could not forget the first time he rejected grandma to be hospitalized. From then, the seed of hatred had been planted in her heart and it had taken root and sprouted after a lot of things. "This is Oliver style. Even if you kick my grandmother out of the hospital again this time, I won't compromise with you. From now on, we're finished and have nothing to do with each other. I owe you nothing."

Oliver closed his eyes slightly. After a few seconds, he spoke up, "Since you have made up your mind, I promise to let you go."

"I hope you don't go back on your word. Since you're a businessman, let's use your method to make a written agreement.”

Jessica was afraid that this man would change his mind again and he would refuse to admit it when he sobered up. She did not trust him at all.

Lambert took out the letter paper from the table and wrote "From now on, Jessica and I are done. We won't disturb each other.” and his name on the paper.

Jessica also wrote another copy with her name on it. They seemed to be talking about a contract and finally exchanged the paper.

Oliver staggered out of the room and let Simon in, "Give the things to Jessica and let her go.” Simon had asked someone to get things here. Holding a folder, he rang the doorbell.

Jessica thought that Oliver was back again. She opened the door angrily and saw Simon there. "Mrs. Williams, may I come in?"

Jessica nodded, "Is there anything else? I've handed over Darcy about the company's stuff. I'll abide by the company's confidentiality agreement.”

"Mrs. Williams, I'm not here for the company.”

"Simon, please call me by my name in the future. I'm not Mrs. Williams anymore."