But he held back any rash reactions. Despite the chaos outside, he remained seated across from her, seemingly intent on reasoning with her.

But how could Jessie lend an ear?

She retorted icily, “Albert, I'm finally seeing things clearly. I won't expect anything from you in the future, nor will I bother you Whether you tie the knot or keep a harem, it's none of my business."

Albert felt a throbbing ache behind his temples.

His tumultuous past made him averse to settling down.

The only woman he'd ever truly loved was now married to another.

Jessie was different, though. In his mind, she was his lover and cherished junior as she was considerably younger. She'd devoted three precious years of her youth to him. How could he feel nothing for her?

She'd even wanted to marry him, crying and pleading for this in the past.

In the end, she chose to end things.

Albert had hoped for an amicable split but it had still come to this.

He lit a cigarette in irritation, smoking it halfway before turning to her. "Fine. I'll ask Melissa to take you back later."

Their encounter was far from what he'd anticipated, leaving him with a heavy heart as he murmured, “Find someone decent to marry in the future."

Jessie's eyes welled up with tears once more.

But she remained silent. He was married, and their chance was gone.

She wasn't going to stoop to those lows again.

Albert instructed her to wait inside while he stepped out. Melissa stood outside, lost in thought.

"Miss Brown."

His tone betrayed his anger.

Melissa turned, her demeanor composed. "Mr. Watson, I accompanied Jessie here as a friend, not in my professional capacity."

Albert glared at Melissa.