In front of Albert, she always wanted to hold onto that last shred of dignity.

After three glasses, Jessie was quite drunk.

She slumped against the couch and drifted off.

Albert approached her, gazing at her sleeping face, gently tucking away the stray hairs on her forehead...

His fingers throbbed from the fight, trembling slightly.

He called out to her. "Jessie!"

Jessie didn't stir. She didn't want to. She thought if she didn't wake, she wouldn't have to face Albert.

She didn't want him to see her like this.

She really didn't want him to see her like this!

Albert reached out and lifted her gently, carrying her out. James was waiting at the door, offering his respects. "Mr. Waston, Patrick's just a punk; don't Let him get to you!"

Then he glanced at Jessie in Albert's arms, feeling a mix of emotions.

Clearly, Albert cherished her deeply.

But why hadn't he married her back then?

James couldn't figure it out.

Albert was unaffected by James' words.

His eyes flickered open, revealing depths impossible to read.

Despite James being a wealthy heir, his business faltered, leaving him feeling inferior to Albert. Meeting Albert's gaze became almost unbearable for James.

Upon standing amidst the club's lavish corridor, Albert's demeanor exuded authority as he spoke deliberately. “I've never been one to forgive."

James, feeling the weight of Albert's gaze, pleaded. "Please, spare Patrick, even just for Rena's sake."

A smirk played on Albert's lips. “What? Does he hold a special place in Rena's heart now? Even if he does, it changes nothing."