Before Jessie could protest, he had already seized her hand and guided her out of the car.

The villa, typically devoid of permanent residents, occasionally saw the presence of cleaners. Albert escorted her to the spacious bedroom upstairs, and as he softly shut the door behind them, Jessie's unease began to grow.

“What's the matter? Are you scared?"

Albert gazed down at her. “You used to have the audacity to play pranks on me when we were together. Now, you're trembling just being in my presence?"

Jessie wanted to deny it, but the truth was evident in her trembling form.