Jessica's originally relaxed brows tightened instantly, she bit her back teeth and tried to squeeze out a few words. "I know, Mr. Lagerfeld, I just asked casually. Okay, let me serve you well next."
The video ended here. As usual, I saved the video to a folder before opening the address book again.
A choking voice came into the receiver and my sister asked me anxiously. "What's wrong, Monica? Why are you crying so sadly?"
I raised my hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of my eyes, pretending to be calm and told her.
"Sister, do something for me in two days. I want to leave John forever."
Although my sister was puzzled, she agreed to my request without thinking.
After all, I still didn't tell her that I had cancer. Maybe, when the time comes, she would know.
***
John finally decided to come back. The blush on his cheeks seemed to have not completely faded and he hurriedly opened the door. Perhaps out of guilt for me, he held a delicate box in his hand.