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    Jessica was speechless. She questioned her own sanity for even having this conversation with Jack.


    Jack noticed her face. “You don’t believe me?”


    “Stop projecting your way of thinking onto him,” Jessica snapped. “He’s not like that.”


    “Men understand each other,” Jack said with a shrug. “You’re not a mind reader. How can you be sure?”


    “I’m done talking.” Jessica grabbed her bag and hailed a ride.


    “Want me to give you a lift?” Jack offered, almost too smoothly.


    “No!” Jessica nearly exploded. Another minute with him might have done it.


    Jack chuckled, watching her leave. He took out the fake marriage certificate and nced at it. It looked disturbingly authentic. Yes, it was aplete fabrication. And yet… a strange sense of duty stirred in him.<fnf811> Read full story at Find~Novel</fnf811>


    “Sir?” the driver asked cautiously, having noticed Jack staring nkly at the certificate. “Will you be informing your parents about your marriage to Ms. Prescott?”


    “No need,” Jack replied as he slid into the car, fiddling with his phone. “It’s just a fake marriage.”


    The driver blinked, confused.


    Jack added, “But don’t mention that to anyone. If anyone asks, say Jessica and I are legally married.”


    “What about your parents?” the driver asked again.


    “I’ll handle them myself,” Jack said firmly. “You stay out of it.”


    The driver nodded and started the engine.


    Neither of them noticed the quiet ck car parked across the street. Inside, behind the wheel, was Melvin. He had followed them the whole time—silently, from the shadows.


    Melvin had watched Jessica walk out of City Hall, clutching those marriage papers like a lifeline. He had also seen her exchange with Jack unfold right there on the steps.


    His knuckles turned white as he gripped the steering wheel tighter, yet he remained frozen in ce, unable to act.


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    For an entire week, Melvin abandoned his workpletely. This radical departure from his disciplined routine shocked everyone who knew his relentless dedication.


    To maintain thepany’s seamless operations, he methodically delegated every crucial task and formally requested two weeks of leave from Freya.


    When Freya processed his unprecedented leave request, she couldn’t suppress her concern. “Take all the time you need, and handle whatever’s weighing on you. I’m avable to manage everything here, so don’t letpany worries burden you.”


    “I understand,” Melvin responded, his tone carrying that familiar cialposure that masked his inner chaos.


    Freya offered a brief murmur of acknowledgment before allowing the conversation to fade into silence.


    Nevertheless, her instincts whispered that this dramatic change was somehow connected to Jessica.


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