Chapter 42

Zachary's hand wandered underneath the blanket, causing Jessica to blurt out, "No… Don't…" She clutched the hand he had slid under the covers. Her nervous little plea, to them, sounded more like teasing. Zachary's low, hoarse voice came through the phone speaker. Derrick's hands trembled as he hung up. His grip on the phone was so tight that his knuckles had turned white. His jaw clenched hard, molars grinding, and his eyes were bloodshot with rage. In his memory, Jessica had always been reserved, never the type to get close to a man lightly. Even when they were dating for five years, she had barely let him hold her hand. Sometimes, even holding hands required her consent. Two years of university, two years long-distance, and a year back together. Not once in those five years had she ever crossed a line. If not for her modest family background, he honestly would have thought she came from some aristocratic household. But now, the same woman was lying in another man's arms, voice