“Is it really love? If it’s love, then why does your body still react to my presence?” Louis whispered.

Jessica felt an inexplicable surge of anger through her. Before she knew it, her hand flew across his cheek, landing a resounding slap.

Louis held his face, staring at her in shock.

Jessica smirked, her hand stinging. “You’re right, my body still reacts to your presence. It reacts with anger. Every time I see you, I badly want to slap you.” She glared at him.

“I’m married, Louis. I’m someone else’s wife. Don’t ever come near me again, or I won’t hesitate to press charges. I’m sure your fiancée wouldn’t appreciate...