Jessica’s P.O.V. (Continued)
I slowly approached her as if a predator approached her prey. I could see fear in her eyes that she was trying hard to mask, but was failing miserably. This fear in her eyes gave me immense pleasure, and I really enjoyed seeing this expression on her face.
“If you want him, have him…. I don’t care… but if you want something that I care… think carefully about the consequences of your actions first,” I threatened her in the coldest tone that I could muster.
She shivered hard while looking at me with wide-opened eyes in fear. She soon recomposed herself, and pretended to be calm, making me scoff internally.
“Anyways… he is mine now. There is no way that he will come back to you. So, you can live with that cripple,” she said in a careless tone, and the next sec
