Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn)

"Is there really no chance at all?" Watson's voice was low and strained as he asked, his words hanging in the air like a fragile hope.

Allison almost thought her ears were playing tricks on her. Why would Watson say something like that? In all their interactions, she had never sensed any special feelings from him. Maybe he was feeling the pressure to settle down and she just happened to be the convenient choice at the moment. That had to be it, she reasoned with herself.noveldrama

Faced with Watson's unexpected question, Allison scrambled for words, finally settling on a simple, "I'm sorry."

Watson's heart sank like a stone. "No worries, just consider it the ramblings of a drunk man," he said, his voice a bit rough. "Get some rest. Goodnight, Allison."

"Goodnight," she replied softly before hanging up.

Watson stared at his phone's screen, the words of the ended call still echoing in his mind. His heart ached with a familiar heaviness. Another rejection. How could he not feel? Yet, his heart only had room for one person. And that person could never truly see him.

The next morning, after breakfast, Allison went up to Lizzy's room to join her in some painting. She brought out a pink hair clip she had picked up for Lizzy. "Hey, Lizzy, look what I've got for you! Do you like it?"

The clip was the same style as the ones she had given Julia. She figured Lizzy would love the sparkly pink, and she was right. Lizzy's eyes sparkled with excitement. "Wow, it's so pretty. Thanks, sis!"

"Let me put it on for you," Allison said, fastening the clip in Lizzy's hair. "There, beautiful."

Linda had mentioned that Lizzy was doing much better lately. The most noticeable change was that she no longer talked in her sleep or woke up crying. Allison felt a bit of her guilt ease away.

They had lunch at the Owens family home, with Linda cooking up a feast of Lizzy and Allison's favorite dishes. Allison spent the entire Sunday at the Owens', playing with her sister and enjoying the day.

That night, she stayed over at their place. Early the next morning, she hit the road back to the law firm.

When Allison saw Watson, she greeted him with a breezy, "Morning, Watson." Watson returned her greeting with a smile, "Morning."

Their interaction was as usual, as if the previous night's conversation had never happened. Allison headed to her office and quickly got lost in her work.

Just as she finished drafting a complaint, the young receptionist knocked on her door. "Allison, there's a client here to see you."

Allison was surprised. She hadn't scheduled any meetings for today. She got up and made her way to the meeting room.

Opening the door, she was met with a familiar face. Her brow furrowed slightly. "Mr. Fisher, can I help you with something?"

Joshua, dressed in a sharp blue-gray suit, sat on the sofa exuding natural confidence, his expression cool and composed Upon seeing Allison his stern gaze softened Morning, Allison."

Her brows knitted tighter.

Joshua held her gaze, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I've come to hire your firm for a few cases."

Allison paused, her skepticism clear.

"If I recall correctly your company has a team of top-notch lawyers,

dot it?" Her tone was sharp.

"Absolutely," Joshua said with a slight smirk. "But I specifically want to work with you, Allison. Is that not allowed?"