On the Ruins of His Regret I Soar novel Chapter 132

Just to the left of his sternum, over his heart, was a small, crimson mole, like a tiny plum blossom. Jessica swallowed unconsciously. "What's wrong?"

"Someone just smashed my window with a brick," George said. "Any idea what that was about?"

Jessica didn't need to ask. She sighed. "My soon-to-be ex-husband is downstairs. Don't worry about it. You can sleep on the sofa."

"You're not going to let him in?" George asked.

Jessica gave a dry laugh. "So he can start a fight with you? No, thank you."

"I could probably take him," George said with a touch of arrogance.

"I know," she said with a small smile. "But I really don't want to see him right now. Go get some sleep."

George nodded slowly. Then, he leaned in towards her. Jessica instinctively leaned back. His lips were just inches from her forehead. She could hear her own heart pounding in her chest, but he simply reached past her and plucked a small feather from her hair.

"Were you secretly hatching chicks in the middle of the night?" he quipped.

Jessica rolled her eyes. "It's from one of the decorative pillows. Now, go to sleep. I'm exhausted."

The next morning when Jessica left for work, she saw Lance's car still parked in the same spot. Had he been there all night? She frowned.

Lance saw her come out and quickly got out of his car, stumbling slightly as he approached her. The overpowering stench of nicotine hit her, almost making her gag.

"Who was that man?" he demanded.

Jessica let out a cold laugh. "I don't need you to meddle in my affairs."

Lance took a sharp breath, visibly struggling to keep his temper in check. "Even if he's a bodyguard, you can't just let a stranger stay in your home. You don't know who he is. If you want protection, I'll assign one of our family's bodyguards to you, okay?"

She yanked her hand free. "We're getting divorced soon. That won't be necessary."

Her ride arrived just then. She grabbed her bag and got into the car without a backward glance, leaving Lance standing there, helpless, as the car pulled away.

He strode over to the building's property management office. "I'm Jessica Brown's husband. I need the spare key she left with you."

The property manager, hearing Jessica's name, immediately became attentive. "Sir, if you could just call Ms. Brown and have her verbally authorize us to give you the key, we'll be happy to provide it."