Jessica felt there was no need for her to greet Lucas.
She didn't hate Lucas now, but it was impossible for her not to resent him a little.
She thought she had already done a great job to restrain herself from turning a blind eye to him. Jessica felt that she was polite to Lucas.
But this was only her thought, and it did not mean Lucas was thinking the same way.
Looking at Lucas, who was walking towards her step by step, Jessica subconsciously frowned. "Mr. Thomas, you'd better not come over. I don't want to hear anything about the love and hate relationship between you and me."
When Jessica said this, there was no smile on her face. Only coldness dominated her eyes.
When Lucas looked over, he even saw a hint of impatience flashing through Jessica's eyes.
Jessica's gaze instantly tore a hole in his heart. In an instant, all of his suppressed emotions burst out.
"Are you in love with Terry now?"
Jessica looked at him, frowning slightly. "What's it to you?"
Lucas was baffled by this question. He had never been so choked by Jessica.
Lucas was very angry, but something else mixed with the wrath. He couldn't tell exactly how he felt, but he felt very annoyed.
He remembered the painting Olivia had found out. Lucas looked into Jessica's cold eyes and his face turned cold. "Didn't you love me much, Jessica?"
Jessica was stunned for a moment. She really didn't expect that Lucas should take advantage of her love for him to hurt her.
Lucas broke her heart ruthlessly.
Amazing, truly amazing!
Jessica looked at him and suddenly smiled. However, there was no touch of sincerity in that smile. There was even a hint of ridicule in it. "I like so many things. What do you want to say, Mr. Thomas?"
"Painting."
Lucas only said this one word, so Jessica didn't get the point immediately.
However, just as he finished asking, Jessica understood him.
She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief. Gritting her teeth, she raised her hand and slapped Lucas on the face. "Lucas, you disgust me!"
Lucas didn't dodge, so Jessica's slap landed on Lucas' face harshly. The slapping sound was particularly abrupt in this quiet courtyard.
Jessica stood there, her entire body overwhelmed by coldness. Her hand that had just hit Lucas trembled.
A cool breeze blew, and Jessica closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.
When she opened her eyes again, there was no anger in her eyes, only a calm coldness. "People always make mistakes when they are young. I was young, so I made mistakes. I did like you, Lucas, but it does not mean that I still like you now."
Jessica paused for a second. "I was going to give you that painting four years ago as a birthday present. Now that you have found it, you can just keep it. But..."
"This is not for you to humiliate me, Lucas!"
She looked at him and enunciated each word.
After Jessica finished speaking, she glanced at Terry who had already helped her take her phone back. Then Jessica walked directly towards Terry.
When she passed by Lucas, Jessica stopped and looked up at him. "Lucas, don't make me hate you."
She did not want to hate anyone. It wasn't worthwhile.
Terry took a glance at Jessica's back. Then he coldly looked at Lucas. "Don't you dislike her? Then why did you mention the past story?"
After Terry finished speaking, he snorted coldly and turned to catch up with Jessica.
Jessica did not walk fast because her mind was blank.
She did not expect that Lucas would mention painting. Back then, she had been so happy to secretly draw that painting and intended to give it to Lucas as a birthday present. Now, Jessica was so disappointed.
She never thought that her love would turn out to be a weapon used by Lucas to stab straight at her heart.
It didn't hurt much, but Jessica was incomparably regretful at that moment.
Her hand, which had just hit Lucas, was still trembling. Not only was her hand trembling, but Jessica was also trembling all over her body.
But Jessica was a proud woman. She would never allow herself to lose control in front of Lucas.
For the past three years, she had already subjected herself to Thomas family's abuse. Now, she was not willing to give him any chance to repeat the past or see how frustrated and miserable she was.
She could not lose her dignity here, so she had to leave here.
Jessica's mind was blank. She just subconsciously moved forward.
She was determined to leave here.
Just as she hated herself for not being able to leave decently, her wrist was suddenly caught by someone.