Bride to Be, Not Me

Chapter 111 After Janice got home, Jacob, who had been waiting for her, asked, "Janice, is everything okay on social media?"

She snapped back to reality. "Don't worry about that. And don't pay attention to whatever's posted on social media. How's your recovery coming along?"

"I'm fine. Don't worry." Jacob poured her a glass of water. "Simon Fitzgerald is revolting. Thank God you left him."

The mention of Simon no longer stirred up any emotions within Janice.

"By the way, Janice, you've been working under Mr. Moore, right? What kind of person is he?" Jacob pulled a chair over and joined her.

"You're such a busybody." Janice touched her ear. "I'll wash up and call it a day. And you shouldn't sleep late. Hey, where's Shirley?"

Jacob pointed in a direction. "Oh, she's busy with her plants in her bedroom. She didn't leave the house because she claimed you still needed her help."

Smiling, Janice replied, "Cool. I'll treat both of you to a nice meal after I'm done with the busy season."

"Alright."

The next day, Janice woke up early and washed up. After double-checking that her submission to the competition was perfect, she spent the rest of her time at home because Edward told her that he needed her to drop by the Moore residence as something was cooking that night.

Later, she was shocked to find out that she couldn't log in to her Instagram account anymore.

What was going on?

"Jay, take a look for me. Why am I locked out of my Instagram account?" Jacob took her phone and checked her account. Then, he returned the phone. "I'll

Edward's video call came in. Janice went into the

saw Edward dressed in black pajamas, looking more relaxed

"Where's your PowerPoint presentation?"

Huh? Oh, right!

requested her to create a PowerPoint presentation of

not create

to his study and placed

and pen while holding his forehead in exasperation. He said to her, "Forget about the presentation. I'll ask

upright. She was bare-faced, but her

but his eyes

are your favorite

"Black, white, and purple."

He scribbled fast.

"No other colors?"

"Pink."

or hate? That includes allergies

thinking. After ten minutes of interrogation, they wrapped