Chapter 8: Vile Tongue

The office was dead silent as they waited to hear his response.

Oliver looked at her and said, "Excuse us."

Nuella nodded and then left the office. She sat outside and waited.

"Why not run a test on her first? I thought there was a way to know if she could conceive more quickly with IVF or the normal method."

"We have to do the IVF to know that medical research and technology haven’t gotten to that level."

"Why not just go through with the normal method? I know how much you never wanted to get married or be with a woman, but you still used them to satisfy your carnal desires, so just regard this as satisfying your carnal desires."

Oliver's face darkened.

Seeing this, Alex raised his hand in defeat.

Oliver stood up and headed out, and Alex followed behind.

Nuella stood up when she saw him come out of the office.

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Allen. It's so sad we can’t go on that date anymore, but we can still go on casual outings as friends." Alex smiled 

Nuella returned the smile. "Nice meeting you, Alex, and you can just call me Nuella."

Oliver walked away and headed to the elevator.

"Have a nice day, Nuella," Alex said.

Nuellla nodded before going after Oliver.

Alex smiled and went back to his office.

Oliver was ahead, so she could not catch up and only met him in the garage, already sitting in the back seat of the car waiting for her.

She walked to him, making him raise his head and look at her. "What are you standing there for? Get in; I do not have all day."

"I will get to work from here; you can leave without me."

"I will drop you off."

He was really going to drop her off? Nuella was surprised. "You don’t have to drop me off; I will."

"I thought I told you earlier that I don’t like repeating myself; now get it."

As much as she hated how authoritative he was, now was not the time to banter with him. Things will change between them as time goes by, and she will make sure of that.

She got into the car and was silent as it rode to the other side of the city. She had wondered how the driver knew where her coffee shop was until she remembered that Mr. Haywood had all her basic information.

Halfway on the road, he suddenly spoke, which took her by surprise.

"So you really wanted to go out on a date?

"Huh?" She did not know what he was talking about.

Oliver gave her a cold look. "Miss Allen, I didn’t know you had a bad memory. I also didn’t know you loved to smile wide at cheap compliments and easily got wooed like other cheap women out there."

Nuella frowned at his insult and clenched her fist. "I don’t...

"Save it!" he shushed her before she could say a complete sentence.

When she saw the look on his face, she didn’t dare say a word but tried to think about what he meant. When she remembered Alex's compliment, which she knew was a joke, she came to understand that was what he was referring to.

He just called her cheap, which made her heart sour.

The moment the car stopped in front of her coffee shop, she stepped out immediately and walked to her shop, sighing in relief for escaping a man with such a vile tongue.

Oliver watched as she walked away and looked at the coffee shop she owned. He then looked at the environment the shop was in.

"Where is the boss?"

"Head to the company."

"Right away, boss."

Nuella watched from the window as the car drove away.

"Woooo, who was that?" Jena, who is standing at her back, asked.

Nuella turned to her and smiled. "Guess."

"I know you are hiding from your family for now, and you are keeping it low, so I can’t guess who this is."

Jena is the close friend and family she made after running away from those who wanted her dead, and she is the only person apart from Matthew who knew her real identity.

"It’s Oliver Haywood."

Jena's mouth was wide open. "That is a joke, right? You mean to tell me that the almighty cold-hearted youngest billionaire, whom you had said you liked and who dislikes women, dropped you off? I can’t believe this!

"It’s the truth."

Jena was too surprised. "How come?"

Nuella told her everything, and by the time she was done, Jena could not believe her ears.

"No way, I can’t believe this; you have to show me some kind of proof."

Nuella brought out her phone and showed her photos of the wedding certificate. She knew Jena would ask for evidence, which is why she came with evidence.

"It’s really true; this is just too crazy, Nuella. What if he doesn’t end up loving you and your kid ends up not having a complete family?" Jena went on and on with worry.

Nuella smiled and said, "When I set my mind on something, I will achieve it."

Jena sighed and held her hand. "Won’t this marriage and having a baby distract you from seeking justice for the deaths of your sisters?"

"Never. My primary focus is still to find evidence for my sister’s death and make sure the people involved all spend the rest of their lives in prison."

Jena nodded and didn’t say anything more after seeing her determination.

Nuella returned to the mansion that evening after working all day in the coffee shop.

When she got inside the house, she was about to head upstairs to her room when Rosa approached her.

"Welcome back, ma'am."

Ma’am? Nuella was surprised by the new honorifics. Just yesterday she was called Miss Allen by everyone in the house, so what changed?

"Thank you, Rosa."

"What will you be having for dinner, ma'am?"

"I already had dinner, so I will be retiring for the night."

"Okay, ma'am, oh, before I forget, ma'am."

"What is it?"

"Mr. Haywood had instructed us to move your things to his bedroom."

"His bedroom?" Nuella was shocked.

"Yes, ma’am, he had called earlier in the day, and now we have already moved your things to his bedroom."

If he was doing this, it only means one thing: that he had agreed with the doctor's suggestion, which is for them to sleep together.