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"All right, dinner is over now, so you can go back!" Jessica Webb put down her chopsticks, then looked at him and said.
Seeing her trying to hurry him off, Edward Noah Jackson's complexion couldn't help but change...
He had no intention of leaving whatsoever...
"My hand isn't healed yet, and you're cruel enough to send me away?!" Edward Noah Jackson raised his injured right hand and asked, dissatisfied.
Was she still angry about what happened at the pub tonight?
"It's just a hand injury, no other part of you is hurt..." Jessica Webb said somewhat helplessly.
Looking at his expression... it was as if she had betrayed him.
It was just a hand injury; it wouldn't affect normal life. Why put on an act as if he was disabled?
Seeing that she wasn't buying his act, Edward Noah Jackson's face took on an even more uncomfortable hue.
He frowned, then suddenly said with all seriousness,