Chapter 21
Jessica smiled lightly. “You’re right–you don’t know me at all.”
Turning to Sienna with mock sweetness, she added, “Sure you don’t want that photo? I’m about to leave…”
Sienna’s face tightened with frustration. She desperately wanted photos with the car.
But with Jessica inside? Her pride wouldn’t allow it.
“I’m not interested,” she said stiffly.
“If you say so! Bye!” Jessica waved cheerfully, hitting the gas and leaving them in the dust.
As the blue Bentley disappeared, Sienna fumed. “Drake, how did you end up with someone so desperate for
attention?”
Drake massaged his temples. “She wasn’t like this before. I don’t know what’s gotten into her lately–pushing for marriage, renting cars…”
“She probably feels threatened by me,” Sienna suggested. “Trying to fit in with our crowd with rental cars.”
Sienna crossed her arms, shaking her head with theatrical sympathy.
“But rentals are just rentals. She can take pictures, but it’s not really hers. How sad.”
“Stop. It’s embarrassing enough,” Drake said, heading back inside.
Later, Jessica parked the Bentley in a secure garage outside the gated community.
She didn’t want it in Drake’s garage–not time for revelations yet.
She’d originally planned to tell Drake about her background herself, but now? Let him figure it out.
That evening, another all–vegetarian dinner appeared.
Jessica sat down with her takeout from Le Bernardin, the aroma of perfectly seasoned seafood filling the dining
room.
Drake couldn’t help glancing at her food.
Butter–poached lobster, pan–seared sea bass–the presentation was immaculate. The rich scent made his mouth water, especially compared to his plate of bland vegetables.
Jessica savored each bite with obvious pleasure.
He loved seafood too. They used to share meals at Le Bernardin, where Jessica would always save him the best bites
Drake’s throat worked as he swallowed, watching her hopefully, expecting her to offer him a taste.
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Instead, Jessica enjoyed every morsel herself.
Catching his stare, she asked innocently, “Something wrong?”
Drake covered his awkwardness with a cough. “Could you not eat such strongly flavored food?”
Before Jessica could respond, Sienna jumped in: “Well, only common people need such heavy flavors. Jessica, maybe eat that somewhere else?”
Drake’s expression soured.
He’d been practically drooling over that food, and Sienna had to call it common?
Jessica licked her lips, starting on another perfect bite. “Sienna, you clearly don’t know Drake well. Ask him if he likes ‘common‘ food.”
Sienna blinked. “Drake, do you…?”
Drake’s eye twitched as he forced down some kale. “Drop it. Let’s eat.”
Jessica hummed happily through her gourmet dinner, thoroughly enjoying herself.
After dinner, Sienna prowled the living room. “Drake, these curtains are awful. And that vase completely clashes
with the room.”
She wrinkled her nose at the fresh flowers. “Plus, I’m allergic. Can we throw these out?”
The curtains were Jessica’s choice, the vase her purchase, the flower arrangement her design. Sienna knew this, of
course.
“Change whatever you want,” Drake said carelessly.,
His eyes flicked to Jessica as he added, “If you’re allergic, we’ll trash them.”
Jessica watched their performance silently.
Not her house anymore anyway.
Sienna, mistaking silence for hurt, felt triumphant. Jessica was losing.
Drake called Rosa to remove the flowers.
Rosa hesitated. “Sir, but Miss Bennett chose those…”
Drake’s voice sharpened. “So what? Who owns this place? Who signs your checks?”
“It’s fine, Rosa,” Jessica said calmly. “Throw them out.”
As Rosa left with the vase, she muttered under her breath about drama queens and their endless demands.
In the living room, Sienna draped herself on Drake’s arm. “Take me shopping for new curtains tomorrow?
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Drake glanced at Jessica, irritated by her complete lack of jealousy.
Why wasn’t she upset about the flowers?
The very qualities he’d prized in her–understanding, accommodation–now grated on him.
A little jealousy wouldn’t hurt.
He was suddenly tired of her perfect composure.
When he didn’t respond, Sienna pouted, tugging his arm. “Drake, are you listening?”
He grunted acknowledgment, distracted.
The next day, Sienna went on a decorating rampage, ordering workers to replace curtains and accessories.
Everything Jessica had chosen went into dumpsters.
When Jessica returned, Sienna met her eyes triumphantly.
Jessica merely glanced at the chaos before heading upstairs.
She’d packed most things already, leaving only essentials and a few days‘ clothes.
She’d hoped these final days would pass peacefully, but Sienna seemed determined to force her out.
