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    “Yes.”


    “But she’s already married.”


    “In your eyes,” Freya asked, tilting her head slightly, “does that even count as a marriage?”


    Melvin shook his head. Neither Jessica nor Jack treated their marriage seriously.


    “Go,” Freya said warmly. She wanted Jessica to have the happiness she deserved. “Be with her. I’ll handle things here.”


    Melvin took several deep breaths, steadying himself. His heart had already decided.


    He knew Jessica wasn’t doing any better. If that was the case, maybe this was worth onest shot.


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    Jessica blinked at the number before answering, a teasing smile curling on her lips. “You think I’m going to run right over just because you called? I’m doing great here. Surrounded by charming guys. I don’t need you anymore.”


    “I’ve got abs too,” Melvin said, dead serious. “Better than theirs. Way better.”


    Jessica almost choked.


    Melvin’s tone stayed steady. “So… do you want to meet or not?”


    “You know what saying yes means,” Jessica answered softly, pausing before finally getting to the truth. She wanted to leave him hanging. Wanted to teach him a lesson.


    But the moment he called, she was powerless.


    “I know,” Melvin replied. His gaze was steady, even though conflict brewed beneath it. “Where are you? I’lle pick you up.”


    “No need,” Jessica said quickly. She didn’t want him finding out about the fake marriage—not yet. What if this was just a test? “Let’s meet in thirty minutes. I’ll send you the address.”


    “Alright,” Melvin agreed without hesitation.


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    After the call ended, Jessica nearly jumped with happiness, barely able to hold it in.


    She darted into her room, tossing clothes and makeup into her suitcase like a storm tearing through calm water.


    Jacob, still bleary-eyed from sleep, rubbed his temples and frowned. “Why are you suddenly packing?”


    “He asked me out!” Jessica said, her eyes sparkling. The old, vibrant energy returned to her voice, spilling into a smile that hadn’t been there in days. Jacob didn’t need to ask—he already knew.


    “Melvin?”


    She gave a sheepish nod. “Yep.”


    “You’re not going,” Jacob said firmly, leaving no room for argument. His tone carried the unshakable protectiveness he always reserved for his niece.


    Jessica paused halfway through folding a dress, her brows knitting in confusion. “Why not?”


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