Jessica said lazily, "Money and friendship do not conflict with each other."
Carl said, "Can you say something nice?"
Jessica paused and thought for a moment before saying, "Then I hope Leonardo will not cut you into
pieces."
"Well, I will give you another chance. Look at the steering wheel in my hand and reorganize your
language."
Despite the threat, he didn't move his hands. The car continued to move steadily.
Jessica did know Carl very well. He always had a sharp tongue.
"Boring," she said with a chuckle.
Then she closed her eyes to sleep, ignoring Carl.
She fell asleep soon.
When she woke up again, the car had already stopped at the entrance of the community.
She was covered in Carl's jacket, and the window was ajar. Breeze was blowing her face. The
temperature was just right.
With the dim light of a streetlamp, Carl couldn't be seen sniffing the cigarette gently in his hand in the
driver's seat. He looked forward in a trance and nobody knew what he was thinking about.
Jessica moved slightly and the jacket slipped off.
This tiny movement startled Carl. He put the cigarette into his hand and turned to look at her.
His voice was hoarse since he had been silent for a long time, "Awake?"
"I thought you have quit smoking." Her eyes fell on his hand.
Carl looked down at his hand and smiled, "I thought you didn't see it."
He simply spread out his hand and placed the wrinkled cigarette on the center console.
Then he said, "You told me not to smoke."
Carl reminded her of the last time when she smelled the smoke on him after recording a program. Back
then, she asked him to quit smoking, as it was not good for the child.
Jessica corrected him, "I mean, a father-to-be should not smoke."
Sivan came to his mind and his expression turned bitter for a moment.
Then he thought of something else, looked at Jessica with a smile, and said, "So Jessica's boyfriend
can't smoke."
Jessica felt he was in a fog. But soon, she remembered it was something she had said before.
Carl was two years older than her and had entered puberty earlier. When he was younger, he was so
curious and wanted to try everything new to him.
He experienced drinking, smoking, and racing cars with others.
Jessica disliked the stench of the cigarette, so she would take the cigarette from his mouth and throw it
away. Then he said presumptuously, "Jessica's boyfriend can't smoke."
Although Carl was easy to get along with, he did not have a good temper with anyone he didn't know
well. He enjoyed it just because it was Jessica who threw away his cigarette.
In fact, at that time, his indulgence towards Jessica had reached the fullest extent.
His friends always said that he worshiped Jessica and that if he didn't show some restraint, she would
dominate him sooner or later.
He did not take it seriously at that time, nor did he get mad at her for such a trifle. He just smiled and
reached for another pack of cigarettes.
Not only that, he intentionally lit it in front of Jessica, then repeated her words that her boyfriend could
not smoke, but her brother could.
When Jessica glared at him, he would pat her head and comfort her that he would take her out after
the smoking.
The memory came to a sudden stop. Jessica was unwilling to show the white feather. "I didn't expect
you to have such a good memory."
Carl narrowed his eyes and said, "Isn't that so? There was a time when you were angry with me for two
days because of smoking. I didn't dare to smoke for the next two months."
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