[Comprehensive] Jasmine became the queen bee

Joanna had already started preparing dinner when Raymond came home.

Jessica has done her homework and watched two hours of soap operas.Normally she would have Emma Hunt and Anne Jones have a girls' tea, but now she prefers to be alone.

"Hi, Raymond." Jessica turned around, resting her chin on the back of the sofa, looking at Raymond, who was sweating profusely and seemed to have rolled in the mud a few times, "Your girlfriend Eleanor Called you, an hour ago."

"Did you tell her I was going to play football?" Raymond strode nonchalantly towards the stairs, ready to go upstairs to take a shower.

"I said... I don't know where you are." Jessica stroked her hair guiltily, pretending to be watching TV intently.

"What's the matter with you?" Raymond called angrily, stopping, turning his head. "I play football at this time of the week, I told you so. Al must think I'm Did something shameful without telling her."

He seemed to recall some bad memories, his face was livid, "Great, now I have to go and explain to her."

It wasn't Jessica's fault at all. She only vaguely remembered that her brother had a girlfriend, and she had no memory of anything else.Hearing a sweet female voice on the phone say "Hello, this is Eleanor Carter." She subconsciously asked "Who are you looking for", and Eleanor immediately recognized her voice.

"Jessie, I don't know why you're pretending you don't know me, if it's because of what happened last time, you don't have to. Maybe we should talk...so is Raymond home?...You all Don't know where he went?... Well listen Jesse, I really don't want anything to go wrong between us, I want to see you at cheerleading practice on Friday and we'll talk about it, okay? "

When Jessica put down the phone, she looked like she had seen a ghost.

So it appears that not only does her brother's girlfriend know her well, but something special "happens" between them that the current Jessica can forget about her completely.

"So El said why did you look for me?" Raymond sat down on the sofa carelessly regardless of the mud on his clothes, "Don't tell me you didn't deliberately provoke me and El, I won't believe it , you have never dealt with it."

Uh, so after Eleanor had spent 10 minutes on the phone reminiscing about their friendship and expressing her determination not to let anything get in the way of their relationship, her boyfriend suddenly told her they weren't on good terms?

"So you know why Eleanor and I didn't deal with each other?" Jessica was confused by this sudden reversal. She suppressed the doubts in her heart and tried to make some words as naturally as possible.

"Of course." Raymond exclaimed with the confidence that everything was under control. "Girls—your names are girls, what makes you girls—I think it's jealousy, and when you're jealous, you're girl……"

Jessica couldn't resist the urge to interrupt the idiot, "So?"

"So, you're jealous of Eleanor, she's a cheerleader, she has a boyfriend who's a soccer captain, and he's..." I could tell he was about to brag about himself, but stopped for some reason, "but she's jealous too You, because you have a football captain's brother, the best in the world..."

"Shut up."

How did the original Jessica endure this megalomaniac?

"If you are really the best boyfriend in the world you said, you should know that something happened between me and Eleanor not long ago?" She asked intentionally.

"Not long ago? What happened?" He first scratched his head in a daze, tried to recall, and suddenly jumped as if his tail had been stepped on, "How dare you say that I am not a good boyfriend?! I am definitely the best! The best! Do you understand! Look at other guys, you can't even compare me to farts!"

Jessica didn't understand if he was really angry or if he inspired some acting inspiration, or if there was something wrong with him, she could only stare dumbfounded at him and gave her an arrogant nostril after roaring, just "boom boom" ran upstairs.

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Raymond's rage continued through dinner, when he sat at the dinner table, glancing at Jessica from time to time between chatting with their father about the football game.

Jessica has been convincing herself in her heart that as an adult and a person with a strange experience, she is mature enough to not care about children, so that she can resist the urge to put a pot of potatoes in front of him on his head.

"Jessie baby," Mark noticed Jessica, who had been silent so far except for a greeting, "you're so quiet! This doesn't look like you, what happened at school?"

"No, as usual." Thanks to her brother, and perhaps Anne Jones, she has been in the spotlight all day today, with sneers and "drowning" "she thought she was about to die." dead" whispers.She suspected that even the original Jessica—who always liked all eyes on her—wouldn't be able to stand the ubiquitous ridicule.

She pretended to be bored: "It's just that you keep talking about football, I'm not interested."

"Oh, sorry honey," Mark said apologetically, "we shouldn't be saying this at the dinner table, Ray, it's always about the ladies' feelings."

"Yeah, I told you earlier." Joanna came out of the kitchen with the last dish.

Mark Harris is one of the best local doctors. He had the opportunity to work in London, but he stayed in Holmes Chapel for Joanna's career. He even shortened his working hours to take care of his children. However, as a doctor He's always had emergencies to attend to, so the Harris siblings have been doing pretty well so far, and she remembers Raymond getting up in the morning to make her pancakes.

"Ah! Maybe you'll find it funny..." Mark changed the subject as expected, and Jessica would receive more intense and more continuous eye rolls from Raymond. "I had an interesting patient today, you know doctors don't always meet interesting people, but this..."

Mark told interesting stories about the hospital, and Joanna echoed her a few words from time to time, while Raymond still gave her a few vicious looks while being teased, Jessica could only kick him secretly a few times under the table.

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After dinner, Jessica and Raymond each occupied a loveseat and watched soap operas in separate directions.The Harris couple was washing dishes in the kitchen, and Jessica glanced at the person opposite.

"I said," Jessica felt that detours were obviously useless for people like Raymond, so she decided to get straight to the point. "It would be nice if you didn't keep spreading my 'experience' at school. Do you know how bad I was having a day?"

"Oh?" Raymond raised his eyelids slightly, "If I have to, will you hide my game console again? Or add spices to my Coke? Or go to sue Dad?"

"I'm not going to sue," Jessica said, looking at an unimpressed Raymond, "but I know you've been 'good boy' long enough that I'm going to tell Mom that I don't think you're mature enough to Own a car."

She stood up, ignored the stunned Raymond, and went straight to the kitchen to get another ice cream.

Jessica would never touch ice cream before.The Harris family has good genes. Raymond inherited the handsome appearance of their father Mark. Except for some shortcomings in height, he is a typical handsome guy in England. Jessica's appearance combines Mark's straight and handsome nose bridge and deep outline And Joanna's blue eyes, brown hair, fully worthy of her queen bee status, and the original Jessica's ambition is far more than that, she wanted to be a model since she was 12 years old, and she started at 15 years old Strict diet control.

Jessica looked at her flat stomach. To be honest, the result was not bad, but she really needs, needs some sweets to relieve her tight nerves these days...

Jessica walked to the door of the kitchen and heard the faint conversation between Mark and Joanna inside, she subconsciously hid behind the door.

"Don't you think Jesse has been very strange since he came back from the hospital?" It was Mark's voice.

"Yeah, she seems to be a completely different person. You know, I just found out that there is one less ice cream in the refrigerator. Ray came back very late. It must be Jesse."

She heard Mark gasp, "Really? She hasn't had ice cream in years. And she's become very quiet. She didn't say more than 10 sentences for dinner today."

"I wonder if we don't care too much about Jesse. I'm always so busy that I don't even have time to chat with the kids when they are taking them to school. Jesse was so weird in the car this morning. Didn't pay attention, kept making that damn phone call! I...I'm not a good mother..."

"Hush-shh," came the sound of clothes rubbing inside, "You know you're a good mother, and being a good mother doesn't mean caring about every detail of their lives, right? You're doing what you want, Something to be proud of, isn't it? When they make life choices, they think about how their mother did it, and that's a lot better than anything else."

It was quiet for a while, only Joanna's low laughter.

"Besides, I don't think Jesse's change is a bad thing." Mark continued, "I asked Gerald—Jesse's doctor, and he said there were no sequelae."

"Then what happened to her—"

"Maybe it's a psychological change. Do you remember when she first woke up? She always thought she was going to die. You know people who have experienced death always have some...experience? Maybe she was just scared, nothing complicated As for the ice cream, you know I've always been against her modeling, but I think it's up to her to decide."

"You're right," Jessica heard Joanna sigh, "no matter what she becomes, she is our daughter."

Jessica, feeling she couldn't listen anymore, quietly left the kitchen and walked across the living room to whom Raymond was on the phone, perhaps Eleanor.

She went upstairs to her room--or rather, Jessica's room--she had run out of energy for another philosophical debate with herself.

She lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. There was a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling that was too big for a bedroom. This was what Jessica had been coquettishly trying to achieve for a long time. It was the first time their family moved to this house. Today, she spent a day in the pool with Raymond... She remembers all of this, so does that mean she is Jessica?She wasn't Jessica Harris, and she wasn't Katie Grant, who died four years ago, and there was no such thing as Molly Amber in this world.

So she's nobody, but she doesn't care, she can be anybody.

But, do the Harris couple know?Knowing she's not Jessica Harris anymore?Maybe they will never know that their real daughter left them a week ago, and the daughter they thought would die mysteriously in a few years.The important thing is that she, a nameless person, will use Jessica's name to obtain everything that does not belong to her.

With a tear in the corner of Jessica's eye, she convinced herself that none of this mattered, that what really mattered was that she wanted to live.

She must live on, as Jessica Harris.