After communicating with Jessica about her work, Molly put on the posture of an agent.
"Jessica, you should rest at home for the next few days. If you feel bored, you can come to the studio to supervise the work, or ask Carl to take you out for a walk."
Molly felt that Jessica had become more and more bored recently. She did not like to go out or talk as much as before. She was worried that Jessica would develop other illnesses.
However, she was busy with her work and did not have much time to accompany Jessica.
"I know. You don't have to worry about me. You should worry about yourself." Jessica gave a half-smile.
Molly didn't say much.
Before she left, she looked hesitant to say something.
The words "ask for help" were written on her face.
In the end, Jessica said, "Tell me what you need."
"Nothing." Molly was a little embarrassed.
"Nothing?" Jessica quickly answered, "Then forget it."
"Yes, there's something." Molly pitifully pulled at the corner of Jessica's clothes, "Jessica, lend me a gown, please..."
Jessica was amused, "Miss Molly, are you reduced to borrowing a gown now?"
"That's right, I'm so miserable. Please lend me one." Molly sighed. Every time this happened, she would curse herself in her heart for being stupid.
Everyone was in a business marriage, so why could she only think of such a stupid way to escape?
Couldn't she think of a way to make her so-called fiance hate her so that he wouldn't want her even in a business marriage?
Christopher was right. She was stupid!
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