Tristan was on the way back to the villa when Laura called him and said Kate went out after a call and had not come back yet. Tristan’s scalp jumped, and he called Kate, but the phone did not ring.
His first reaction was that the little thing was playing a new trick, but the next moment he called his secretary to check Kate’s call record. He had a bad presentiment.
In a private room of the club, Jessie leaned on a couch. There were bottles and a big bowl of fruit salad on the table.
On the TV screen, Celine Dion was singing, “When I was young, I never needed anyone. And making love was just for fun. Those days are gone. Living alone, I think of all the friends I’ve known. But when I dial the telephone, Nobody’s home. All by myself. I don’t wanna be all by myself anymore. All by myself. Don’t wanna live all by myself anymore.”
The door was pushed open, and somebody walked in.
He walked to her and bent down, “Jessica.” And he blamed her with care, “How could you do this to yourself. Drink so many bottles? Bad for your throat.”