After Seth help me finished all my work, he turned off the computer, stretched himself, and said to me, "Let's go. I'll take you home." I quickly refused, "No, it's so late. You should go back and rest early." After all, it was almost 12 p.m. Seth frowned, "What? You just used me. Are you going to be so polite to me?" Hearing his words, I was a little embarrassed and could only agree. When I went downstairs, he pointed to a blue sports car and a bicycle as he asked me, "Which one do you want to take?" I pointed to the bicycle. Seth raised the corner of his mouth and said with a smile, "I knew you would choose this." As he spoke, he got on the bicycle. I sat in the back seat in an orderly manner. Although he said that I could put my hand on his waist if I felt that he was riding fast, I refused. When Seth was in college, he was the Prince Charming in many girls' hearts. Many girls dreamed of sitting in the back seat of his bike
I was suddenly panicked. After all, I had always kept a low profile in the company. If he sat down with me, wouldn't that make me a public enemy? As a result, when I was worried, Seth turned around and sat on the empty table next to me. He smiled at me and indicated that he knew what I was thinking about. I felt a slight warmth in my heart. In the afternoon, I stayed in the company. But I didn't work overtime. Instead, I made an appointment with my client at 5 o'clock. As soon as I came out of the company's door, I saw Seth waving at me in a white sports car. When I ran over, he said first, "You want to see your client, right? Let's go. It happens that I am going the same way. I'll see you off." I knew that he was lying to me. But I still got onto his car. After getting in the car, I complained to him. "You are the general manager. Why didn't you tell me earlier?" "What's the point of telling you?" Seth drove the car, looked ahead, and sa
When Patrick walked to me, I suddenly felt a little nervous. After all, I had been sent back home by Seth for two days in a row. It would be very difficult for me to explain this matter. Patrick came over and put his hand directly on my shoulder, indicating that I was his woman. Seth looked at me and then at Patrick. It seemed that he understood something. Then he smiled gently and said, "You're welcome. I'll leave first." As soon as Seth left, Patrick directly pulled my collar, dragged me to the basement, and directly lifted the dress of my suit. "What are you doing?" I was scared out of my wits as I struggled with all my might! "F**k you." Patrick did not stop what he was doing. He rudely tore my stockings apart and came into my body directly! "Ah!" I let out a cry of pain. But when I remembered that we were in the basement, I feared that someone going back home would hear our voice... I begged for mercy, "No, don't. Not here..."
"Of course it's my husband's." I smiled faintly and asked her, "What about yours? Whose is it? Are you going to deliver it or not this time?" I knew that Caroline had aborted twice at college. At that time, she dared not to let others accompany her. So she could only ask me to go with her. Caroline trembled with anger by my provocation, "Charlotte Archer, you b*tch! I won't let you give birth to this child!" After that, she left angrily with the test sheet in her hand. I also felt a little uneasy in my heart. After all, Caroline was never a kind person. If her child died and mine was alive, she probably couldn't become Patrick's legal wife. ... I began to ponder over whether I should tell Patrick about my pregnancy. However, I put this matter aside because of my tight work schedule. Two weeks later, on a weekend, Ned asked me and Patrick to visit him at home. When I saw Patrick in the car, I was in a trance for a moment.
"Abort it," Patrick answered without hesitation. In the end, he added in a cold tone, "You took the medicine last time. Never should you intend to have an illegitimate child to entertain my grandpa." I curled up the corner of my lips and said with a sad smile, "The contraceptive pills won't be always 100% successful." My question seemed to make Patrick nervous. He looked at my belly and asked, "Are you pregnant?" "Take a guess." I looked at him with a calm face as I didn't reveal the answer to him. Patrick looked at me and did not answer. But there wasn't any joy on his face. Maybe I wished my baby could have a father strongly. I insisted on asking him, "Do you want to see me pregnant or not?" He remained silent. If he didn't admit it, he would be denying it, wouldn't he? I hid the disappointment in my heart and put on a relaxing smile, "No. I lied to you. No matter how silly I am, I won't have a child with a man who doesn't love me."
Seth didn't know what had happened between Caroline and me. So he greeted her friendly. Caroline took the opportunity to ask Patrick if she could share the table with us. In fact, I didn't want to. But Seth agreed. The four of us shared a table and moved to a private room instead of staying in the hall. While ordering the dishes, Caroline said in a sweet voice, "I'm pregnant. I can't eat spicy food or seafood. Sorry for troubling you. Kindly don't order these food when you place an order." After she said that, she looked at me again, "Charlotte, are you scrupulous about some food?" She was implying something. "No," I said decisively. Moreover, when I saw how intimate Caroline and Patrick were, I was even more certain that I was not going to have a baby in City Y. Caroline understood what my words meant. She didn't want Patrick to know about my pregnancy more than I did. It was Caroline and Seth who were mainly placing th
After the weekend, on Wednesday, Stanley, the insignificant celebrity who used to be my client, contacted me all of a sudden, which was a surprise to me. After all, the decoration of her wedding room was about to come to an end. She said that she came up with a new idea regarding the design of her backyard. Previously, according to her request, the backyard, which was not spacious, was built into a Japanese-styled courtyard. Now it was almost finished. And she had a new idea. I was going to have a headache. In line with the principle that clients are God, I patiently advised her, "Miss Lance, it's like this. You approved the previous development plan. And the construction of the backyard is almost completed. If we change it now, the previous budget will..." "What? Are you afraid that I can't afford it?" Before I could finish my words, Stanley shouted at me over the phone. She acted as if she feared that I would think that she was poor. Wh
It wasn't until I arrived at the police station that I knew that Caroline had disappeared after meeting me in the afternoon. The search team had been searching for her for a few hours before they found her at about 10 p.m. at the foot of the mountain. At that time, she was already in a coma and seriously injured. The police guessed that she must have rolled down from the mountain. The reason why they found me was that I had a call record with her last night. And the last message before her disappearance was sent to me. The words of the message read, "Caroline, I've arrived. Where are you?" I was confused and immediately argued, "How could I have a call record with her? Are you kidding me? I've never contacted her. And I haven't contacted her for months!" Although I denied it, the police directly took out Caroline's call record over the month recently. The record showed that she and I would call each other every few days. The police could tell f