Oliver's Substitute Bride (Oliver and Jessica)

Chapter 197

"Miss White, let my colleague take your measurements first." Said the designer.

Jessica nodded cooperatively.

Soon, the foreigner wrote down her measurements.

Vicky glared at her beside.

"Miss White, we will send you new design drawings and you can have a check in several days. We can

have a face-to-face discussion if you have any problems."

"Thank you for your hard work."

Then Jessica stood up to send the designers out.

After Jessica came back, Vicky appeared unhappy.

"Jessica, do you have to order the wedding dress? If you are not satisfied with it, you can just turn to

our shop in Birmingham and buy a finished one to meet Lambert's satisfaction. Why bother asking the

wedding designers in Paris to come over?"

"Do you think Lambert will let me out easily?" Jessica had just dealt with the designers and consumed

all her patience. Speaking to Vicky, she no longer cared about anything.

"Then I can buy it for you, or invite designers from Birmingham to come directly to your house to tailor

your dresses."

Jessica knew that before everything was settled, Lambert would not let anyone know that they were

about to get married, nor would anyone familiar with Birmingham come to his house.

"It doesn't depend on me." She said impatiently.

"You didn't look at the price of the wedding dress shown on the album just now. Do you know how

much it will cost? But you still look unsatisfied. It seems that Lambert has no choice but to marry you ."

Vicky said indignantly for her son.

She was really a good mother at this point, always thinking for her son, although Lambert didn't seem

to show his gratitude.

Of course, there was also some selfishness and grievance.

How could Jessica make her son love her so deeply and choose to marry no other woman just by

virtue of her pregnancy? In the past, Vicky could give birth to the first grandson of the Williams family.

Even after Daniel's wife died, she still failed to be a member of the Williams family.

This became an obsession with her, and she would never be reconciled.

Jessica found that Vicky often repeated the same words. As long as she disagreed with something, she

would keep nagging.

However, facing Lambert, Vicky would behave differently. She would just put forward her own opinion

tactfully without the courage to be tough on her son.

Only in front of Jessica was she ruthless.

In the evening, Lambert came back and went straight to Jessica's room.

"How was the conversation with the designers this afternoon?" He asked.

"Very well, just do according to their advice. All is good." Jessica replied faintly.

"Well, tell me what you want. By the way, what about the ring. We can choose it one day."

"It depends on you."

Jessica looked obedient and agreed with what Lambert said.

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He sat down on the sofa beside Jessica. "Jessica, I know the marriage is a little rushed. This is for the

sake of our child. I want you to become my wife before it's born so that all can be settled more

smoothly."

Jessica sneered. Lambert always used the child as an excuse to force her.

However, she was clear that if Lambert really cared about the child, he would not completely ignore her

own thoughts.

She knew that she could not change Lambert's mind now.

Both she and Vicky failed.

So Jessica had no idea and just let it go.

"It's all okay. You can deal with your work first." Jessica didn't even look at Lambert.

"What about your dinner? How was your appetite?" Lambert asked.

"Well, I ate a lot. I will care about my body."

After all, she was back. Besides taking care of her grandma, the most important thing was not to let

herself collapse.

She knew that she could not escape, so it was good for her to simply eat and drink well here, although

she didn't sleep well.

She would never be willing to stay here forever, now she was just making herself recover.

They hadn't been together to enjoy a meal for a long time.

Especially in York before, it was acceptable to see Jessica devour her food. Besides, Lambert felt

envious and proud that she could show her true nature in front of him.

Because Lambert had lived in the Old Residence for so many years and had always been cautious as

if walking on thin ice. At that time, he had been afraid to annoy someone, so he never let himself make

a mistake.

Especially at the dinner table, the Williams family had regulated a lot of manners.

At that time, only Oliver was not afraid of anyone and did not take anyone seriously.

But he couldn't because he didn't have his mother by his side. Although his father and grandfather

were around, he still felt that he was an outsider.

Only living with Jessica could he see what real life was like.

Each of her frowns, smiles, and words was worth his recollection.

Lambert had planned to go back earlier today to have dinner with Jessica.

However, just as he was about to go home, Toby stopped him.

Lambert was informed that according to Toby's information, Oliver's punishment might be reduced. So

the two of them discussed it together. No matter what happened, Oliver must not be allowed to come

out of prison.

They forgot the time when talking. As a result, when he went back home, Jessica had already finished

her dinner.

Lambert had no choice but to eat alone. When he reached the living room, Vicky came over.

She smiled and said, "Son, you're back. I heard you haven't had your meal yet. And I have asked the

cooks to prepare your favorite dishes."

"Thank you." He said.

Then, Lambert walked to the table for dinner.

Vicky also sat aside to watch her son eat.

"Mom, you don't have to sit here. You'd better go back and rest first."

The most Lambert had told her recently was to let her rest.

Vicky was afraid that Lambert would be annoyed, so she waited for him to finish his meal before talking

to him.

Lambert realized what she wanted to say even without guessing. Afraid that it would embarrass her, he

kept not talking to her and was unwilling to talk more.

Vicky was still a little afraid of her son, so now she could only talk to him in a roundabout way without

coming straight to the point.

"I'm not tired. You've been working so hard and came home so late for dinner. I feel bad for you." She

spoke with her tears about to fall down.

"I don't feel tired at all. Current life is what I want more. In the past, I wasn't the real me at all, so being

myself is the happiest time. How would I feel tired?"