"…it was me!" Will answered dryly, "I…I have something I want to talk to you about."
Jessica was ready to lose her temper, but when she heard what he said, her eyebrows knitted together.
He wanted to talk to her… about something?
"What is it?"
"That…" Will's mind raced, but it was completely blank, "that… actually… I…"
"You what?"
"I mean to say… that…" His gaze fell on her dress, and he suddenly thought of something to say, "Your dress… is pretty nice!"
Jessica opened her lips, her face a mixture of amusement and disbelief.
"I think… you're out of your mind!"
"Nonsense!" Will instinctively retorted with displeasure, then realizing his mission, hurried to control his anger, "I don't want to fight with you today."
Jessica tilted her head, sizing up the man in front of her who was making no sense.
Could it be that the kicks she had landed on him had also scrambled his brain?
