I chuckled and opened my contacts, accepted Jessica’s friend request, and then typed a line: [I apologize for my suspicions towards you!]
She replied instantly: [I did sothing wrong too. I... shouldn’t have hidden things from you. (Crying)]
Jessica: [Do you know, when you deleted just now, I felt like I couldn’t breathe.]
Low-key guy: [Actually, I feel the sa way.]
Low-key guy: [I swear, I will never delete you again.]
Jessica: [I swear never to hide anything from you again.]
She sent a voice ssage; her voice choked up. Obviously, she had been crying. I felt a bit guilty, wrongly accusing her.
Low-key guy: [Does it hurt?]
Jessica: [It hurts, it hurts so much I can’t sleep.]
Low-key guy: [Can you show the injuries?]
After a few minutes, she sent seven or eight photos showing her forehead and neck with the concealer wiped off, revealing the original marks. Her sleeves were rolled up, revealing bruises on both hands, as well as on her mouth, collarbone, and thighs. It was evident why she was hesitant to take photos, as they exposed her injuries.
Anger welled up inside . Damn, what a despicable person to harm a woman, and to hit her so severely. Even if they weren’t divorced, would he still beat her to death? I felt sorry for her.
Low-key guy: [I am gonna kill that scumbag!]
Jessica: [I’m in pain. Can you hug ?]
I wished I could rush in and hold her, gently massaging her bruises and dispersing the blood clots.
Low-key guy: [Tonight, is that alright?]
Jessica: [I look so ugly now. I don’t want you to see in such a miserable state. I want to present my best side to you.]
Low-key guy: [Silly, no matter what happens, you’re always the most beautiful girl in my heart.]
I knew she still didn’t want to see , but I couldn’t pass up such a great opportunity.
Low-key guy: [Let’s et, okay? I promise not to touch you. If you’re afraid, how about we both wear masks?]
Although online relationships are good, if you want to continue, eting in person is inevitable. An online relationship without eting is just playing tricks. I felt a bit nervous, not knowing if she would agree.
"I’m a bit scared," she said.
According to lody, she had suffered from dostic violence. A woman who had been through such trauma was likely to feel vulnerable and fearful.
[Don’t be afraid, I... won’t hurt you.]
I left the office and headed straight to the rooftop, where no one else was present. With a sincere tone, I said, "Give the opportunity to care for you, alright? I will demonstrate through my actions that I will look after you, shower you with love, and ensure you are not subjected to any harm."
[But, I... I’m not ready.]
[Do you trust ?]
[I do.]
"Since you do, then listen to . I just want to protect you and cherish you. I will make up for the harm you have suffered before."
[When your best friend approached , I felt overwhelming guilt. I physically slapped myself multiple tis. In that mont, I realized I had been blind and arrogant, professing my love for you daily without truly understanding your pain from the past. I had been oblivious to the extent of your suffering. I truly feel like a foolish idiot.]
My voice was full of self-bla and regret, and it carried power. I believed she could feel it.
As expected, she replied, [No, it’s not your fault. I simply didn’t want you to know about my past. You are kind, but... can I truly trust you with myself?]
I would be foolish if I missed the answer to this question when it was so clear.
[Certainly, you can. If you’re worried, we can wear masks. I assure you, I won’t touch you. I simply want to offer you comfort. One day, you may choose to share your past experiences with . When that ti arrives, your eyes will no longer hold fear or confusion.]
[Can you give so ti to think about it? I’ll give you an answer this afternoon.]
[Sure, take your ti.]
After saying that, I breathed a sigh of relief. The words I had prepared beforehand were completely pointless, but that was okay. When a woman shows you her most vulnerable side, it is a sign that she has fully surrendered. At that mont, her heart was very fragile.
Why were won who had just broken up considered easy targets? They lacked a sense of security. However, engaging in frivolous activities for entertainnt was not sothing I condoned, as it was unethical. My feelings towards Jessica were complex. I harbored grievances and anger towards her due to the suppression and exploitation I experienced over the past year. Initially, I only wanted to exploit her, to have her in the virtual world, to indulge in fantasies about her. However, the virtual realm was slowly rging with reality.
Particularly now, I felt a strong urge to safeguard her. Perhaps this was the vulnerability of male chauvinism. But soon, I snapped out of it.
protect Jessica? Give a break.
I had heard that Jessica’s ex-husband is powerful and influential. How can I protect her? Even a strong-willed woman like Jessica can only swallow her pride, so what chance do I have? It was like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, overestimating my abilities.
William, dear William, did the weight of your purse mislead you into a false sense of power?
I chuckled to myself and returned to the marketing departnt. Glancing at Jessica’s office, I noticed the curtains were still tightly closed. I then imrsed myself in work. The tasks were straightforward, and during my days off, I had already planned out all the work.
With Grace and Paul’s cooperation, our work efficiency was high. The project team had begun coordinating channels to advertise for Wallace Company. The advertising for Marquesa Vines company wasn’t as urgent. According to George’s request, it could be launched by the end of this month.
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