When Jessica was still a little girl, everyone around her just called her by her first name.
Carl was two years older than her and was just old enough to go to the kindergarten. He did not even know her surname, so he just called her "Jessica".
He was used to calling her "Jessica", and had always called her by her first name. He was the only one who never called her by her full name.
But he called her by her full name just now.
Jessica did not turn around. She forced a smile and said coldly, "Let go of my wrist."
Carl didn't listen to her. Instead, he even tightened his grip.
His voice was tense and nervous as he said, "Tell me what you just said was a joke, and I'll forgive you and pretend that I have heard or
seen nothing."
Jessica's eyes widened with disbelief. She was biting her lips, and blood oozed out from her lips, but she could not even feel it.
She held back the urge to look back at him and tried to say indifferently, "Don't you think you're cheap?"
Everyone had his pride deep in his heart. That was people's nature.
It was true that Carl had always been nice to her, but that did not mean he could always tolerate her.
A good relationship should depend on good interaction. He should not compromise or give up his dignity all the time. Even if he could beg her now, what should he do in the future?
Carl shivered. He couldn't believe that Jessica had really said those things to him.
The little girl in her memory did not just have
a pretty face. She was also smart. She might be willful when she was with people close to her, but she knew what she should not do.
Since she was smart and knew her place, she should know the consequences of saying those words.
Carl realized she had really made up her mind to get rid of him now. Carl smiled self-deprecatingly, squeezed her wrist, and then suddenly let her go.
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