So that was the password to her apartment.
Suddenly, Forrest seemed to understand why Jessica was murmuring when he asked her for it.
He was not that dull. What did it mean when a woman set his class number and birth date as the password to her apartment?
Perhaps other people would not understand the significance behind the numbers, but he did. No one understood the numbers better than he did.
If it were in the past, Forrest would doubt that Jessica was unconcerned about him. He would also suspect that she was behaving inappropriately, and he would doubt Ryan's words.
Yet now, he had no doubts at all.
Instead, he blamed himself for going too far that day.
Indeed, he had gone too far.
In the car, Forrest was consumed by guilt as he looked at the numbers. However, his lips curled up into a smile in spite of himself.
A moment later, he replied: [Alright.]
Meanwhile, Jessica was extremely embarrassed as she looked at the password she had sent.
If she had known, she should have changed her password. However, she was used to it. She had been using the password for her apartment, safety box, and bank account for years.
The significance of the numbers was why she used that password. Later, it was because she was used to it. If she changed her password, she might forget it.
Little did she know...
He should be able to grasp its meaning.
However, it was way too embarrassing.
“President Snow, these are the data you asked for yesterday.”
Jessica's secretary, Luna, walked in with something in her hands. Then, she caught her usually cold president lying on the table, looking annoyed. She was dazed, thinking that her eyes were deceiving her.
However, as if her eyes had deceived her for a second, Jessica lifted her head and looked as cold as before. "Bring it here."
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