Reclaiming Her Heart
Chapter 702 He's Not That Kind-hearted

"Not bad," Brody said.

Jessica's face lit up with smugness. So what if Selena was prettier? Brody didn't like her, and that was her loss!

Selena's eyes lingered on Brody. She'd seen his photo on Ann's phone wallpaper and knew the guy next to Jessica was him. 'Brody's here with Jessica. Is he still serious about Ann?' Selena wondered.

She pulled out her phone to snap a pic, but it rang. Ann was calling.

Selena had asked Ann to pick her up tonight, but Raymond had just asked her to hang out. So, she didn't need Ann anymore. "Ms. Fair," Ann's voice was low. "Sorry, I might need the night off."

"What's wrong?" Selena asked.

Ann, pale and trembling, replied, "I have menstrual cramps. I was on my way to get you, but the pain's too much. I had to pull over." "Where are you? I'll come replace you," Selena said.

"No need, Ms. Fair. I just want to go home and rest," Ann replied.

Selena agreed. Some women faint from menstrual pain; maybe Ann was one of them.

Ann, strong-willed as she was, probably wouldn't admit it.

Curled up in her car, shivering, Ann called Brody.

Seeing her call, Brody stiffened and pushed Jessica aside. "Jessica, I need to take this."

Jessica, knowing Brody had a girlfriend, clung to his arm. "You haven't broken up with her yet? Make it clear. What do you take me for? My dad said if you're with me, you'll benefit." Brody looked embarrassed. He didn't want people to know he was after power.

"Jessica, let go."

"No. If you can't say it, I will."

She grabbed his phone, and his heart nearly stopped.

He quickly snatched it back and walked outside, ignoring Jessica.

Jessica sat there, angrily pounding the sofa.

Brody answered the call.

Ann's weak voice came through. "Brody, I feel terrible."

Brody knew her period had probably started.

"Go to bed and rest. I'm working late; I'll be home later," he said.

Ann was drenched in sweat, her vision flickering. She felt nauseous but couldn't throw up.

She'd been pushing herself too hard this month, trying to pay off debts, and hadn't rested at all.

Seeing Jessica approach, Brody quickly gave instructions.

"Ann, take a painkiller. My boss is coming, and he'll be mad if he sees me on the phone."

Ann wanted to say more, but the call ended.

Usually strong-willed, Ann now gripped the steering wheel, tears streaming down her face.

She couldn't drive anymore but had to push through.

Ann carefully put away the documents beside her, wiped her sweat with a tissue, and shakily pressed the gas pedal. But the car barely moved when a flash of white light appeared.

The rear of the car was hit, and she collapsed onto the steering wheel, unable to control herself.

Paul, in the car behind, was smoking with one hand on the wheel. Seeing he had rear-ended someone, he got impatient. He got out and knocked on Ann's window.

Ann shakily rolled down the window. She saw Paul standing there, saying something, but she couldn't hear clearly. Paul had plans tonight and was heading to an art exhibition. Now, seeing he had hit someone, his tone was harsh. "Hey, did you hear me?" He knocked again, but Ann had already slumped over the steering wheel, unresponsive. He yanked the car door open.

Ann fell into his arms.

Paul stiffened, instinctively pushing her away with a look of disgust.

He wasn't that kind-hearted. He just placed his business card in her hand and left.

Half an hour later, a passing pedestrian called for an ambulance, and Ann was taken to the hospital.

Meanwhile, Selena was still watching Jessica and Brody.

Jessica and Brody were openly flirting. Brody fed Jessica fruit, and she looked at him shyly.

Jessica felt smug. 'Women like Selena were just selling their bodies. Those men could never be good to her. Brody was so gentle; was she jealous?' "Brody, you're so good," Jessica said.

Brody didn't respond. As long as he kept Jessica happy, his career would advance faster.

He had already been promoted to manager. If he could move up to director, his future would be bright.

But he felt guilty toward Ann. They had been together for seven years, and he still had some feelings for her.