When he reached the door of the office, Vincent took a deep breath before he knocked on the door.
He heard Lucas' voice right after that. "Come in."
Vincent pushed the door open and entered the office. "Mr. Thomas?"
Lucas looked up at him. "Help me find a wedding planner. Money is not a problem. I want an unprecedentedly grand wedding."
Vincent froze for a moment when he heard that, but he quickly reacted. "Mr. Thomas, is it for your wedding with Miss Hall?"
Lucas found Vincent's question stupid and frowned slightly. "Who else do you think it is for?"
Vincent looked at Lucas. He did not know if it was just his illusion, but he felt that Lucas seemed to be in a good mood.
Could it be because he was going to marry Miss Hall again?
Thinking of that, Vincent was a little happy, too. "Mr. Thomas, don't worry. I'll get a wedding planner immediately. I'll definitely make your wedding with Miss Hall unique and grand."
Lucas nodded and Vincent left the room.
Lucas was left alone in the office. He looked at the documents before him and found himself not in the mood to read them.
A few seconds later, he let go of the pen in his hand and opened the drawer. Lucas took the phone out of the drawer and read the last text on it. "I married him."
The text was brief yet full of emotions.
Lucas read the text and felt that his heart had never beaten so fast.
Suddenly, he was so eager to see Jessica.
Jessica returned to New York yesterday afternoon, and she flew back to LA from New York this morning.
As soon as she arrived at the company, she held a meeting about the second phase of the project in the north of the city. The meeting lasted until 12:15 p. m.
When she came out of the meeting room, Jessica felt starving.
"Miss Hall."
Wendy came over and looked at her, hedging to say something.
Jessica raised her eyebrows and chuckled. "What? You didn't buy me lunch?"
Wendy pointed somewhere and said, "I bought you lunch... But, Mr. Thomas is here."
Wendy frowned as she said that. Jessica could tell that Wendy didn't like Thomas at all.
Jessica tilted her head slightly, and at a glance, she saw Lucas standing seven or eight meters behind Wendy.
Lucas was a well-known figure in LA, and when he suddenly came to the Hall Group, many employees looked at Lucas and Jessica curiously.
Jessica glanced at him, retracted her gaze, and handed the document in her hand to Wendy. She then walked up to Lucas and said, "Mr. Thomas, what brings you here?"
Jessica showed her indifferent and perfunctory attitude within the few words.
Lucas looked at her and did not refute her. He also ignored the malice in Jessica's words. "I'd like to talk about some details about the wedding. Would you care to have lunch together?"
It seemed that Lucas was quite concerned about the wedding.
Jessica said flatly, "I have a meeting in the afternoon. Pick a place nearby."
"Sure."
Lucas agreed.
Jessica looked at him and then chuckled.
Jessica was really good-looking, especially when she was smiling. Lucas felt that her eyes were full of stars when she smiled.
After the divorce, this was probably the first time Jessica smiled at him.
Lucas looked at her, finding his throat a bit dry. But still, he didn't say anything.
He was afraid that he would say something to upset Jessica.
Jessica looked at him for a while. She then stopped smiling and led the way out. She then walked into a bar serving light meals and sat in a booth.
It was almost one o'clock at this time. There weren't many people in the bar. Jessica ordered a salad for herself and said, "I don't really care about the wedding. You can do whatever you want."
Upon hearing her words, Lucas raised his head and looked at her with his golden eyes. His eyes weren't cold at all and were even filled with tenderness. That was rare. Lucas then asked, "What kind of style do you prefer?"
"Follow your own style."
Jessica found herself guilty in face of Lucas' tenderness. Thus, she tried to avoid his eyes and answered as briefly as possible.
Jessica wouldn't have taken the initiative to speak if Lucas hadn't asked a question.
She was neither impatient nor angry. She was just being perfunctory. She almost answered all the questions with "sure" or "as you wish".