❤ Jessica’s POV ❤
I reluctantly sat on one of the chairs around the dining table. Paul was already sitting, and I didn’t want him to think that I was being rude by refusing to sit with him.
Paul started putting food on my plate, and I had to stop him because it was already too much for me.
Jessica: “That’s enough, sir. I already had breakfast at home. I might not finish all that up.”
Paul: “You’re too skinny. You must not have been eating right.”
I didn’t respond and started nibbling on the food Paul put on my plate.
Paul: “So, tell me about your son. What’s his name? How old is he?”
I swallowed the food I had in my mouth before replying to Paul.
Jessica: “Uhm, his name is Jericho. He’s almost seven years old.”
Paul: “Seven, huh? Is Jamie his father?”
I froze for a minute and loo
