All Chapters of My Billionaire Baby Daddy Wants Me Back: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Adapting to a new environment was hard enough, and I didn't want to add whispers and gossip to the list of things Ron had to contend with. With that in mind, I strode in the direction of Bernard's office, shoes squeaking steadily against the hardwood floors. Once I reached Mary's desk, situated outside his office, I stopped and gave her a bright smile. She looked up from the computer and did a double-take when she recognized me."Rachel, what are you doing here? Is everything okay?""Hi, Mary." I tucked my hair behind my ears and gave her a small smile. "Yeah, everything's fine. Mr. Shaw forgot a USBstick at home. It looked important, so I thought it would bring it by."Mary nodded and leaned back in her chair. "Why don't you sit down? He's in a meeting, so I'll let him know as soon as he's done."With one last smile in her direction, I took a seat on one of the plush leather chairs lined up against the wall. As soon as I did, I took the USB stick out of my pocket and turned it over a

Given the issues we'd been having in the company lately, from software problems to interns being poached by our rivals, the last thing I wanted was to hear from Michael Shaw himself.Especially because my father had a way of making me feel worse about everything.I stared at the phone until it stopped ringing.A few moments later, it started again, and I squinted at it. Reluctantly, I set the phone down on the counter and put him on speaker. "Hello.""I was beginning to think you weren't going to answer.""I was busy," I replied before shifting from one foot to the other. "Is everything okay?""I heard Carla is back in town," my father said after a brief pause. "I never did understand why the two of you broke things off, especially when you know how important an alliance between the two of you is.""Carla and I aren't a good match, dad. We want very different things. I told you this already."My father scoffed. "Nonsense. The two of you just needed time to adapt to each other. These t

Taylor smiled. "See? You're still an important part of his life. Just because Carla is back in the picture doesn't mean that's going to change.""You don't know that."Taylor stood up and took her glass of wine with her. She finished off the rest of it before washing it in the sink. I watched her as she set it out to dry before coming back. Wordlessly, she lowered herself onto the carpeted floor in front of me and reached for a pile of clothes."I thought you hated doing laundry.""I do, but I love you more," Taylor replied with a smile. "And the sooner you get done with this, the sooner you can call Bernard to remind him about Ron's school event in a few days."I sat up straighter and cleared my throat. "I don't know if he will be able to make it.""He's made it to all the events so far, hasn't he? Besides, didn't you already tell him?"I nodded and glanced down at the towel in my lap. "I did.""So, you're just calling to remind him. There's nothing wrong with that."In silence, I fo

"Thanks.""I've always admired your work ethic, Bernard," Carla continued, pausing to flash me a bright smile. "You're ambitious and dedicated, just like me. It's one of the reasons why we work so well together.""Don't you mean worked?"Carla inched closer, and her expression turned serious. "I mean work. We still work well together, Bernard. You and I closed that deal together the other week.""That was mostly you."Carla threw her head back and laughed. "Don't be so modest.""I'm not."Carla lowered her head and stared at me through hooded eyes. "You know, I wasn't sure if you were going to give me a job, but I'm glad you did. I've missed you."I took a long sip of my drink before setting it down. "You didn't miss me, Carla. You and I weren't a good match in spite of what people think."Carla shook her head. "We were. It just wasn't the right time, but it's been years, Bernard. I think it's time to try again.""What?"Carla inched closer and placed her hands on my shoulders. "I sti

Bernard ran a hand over his face and blew out a breath. "Rachel, I don't know how many more times I can tell you this, but Carla isn't the problem here.""What is the problem?""You haven't even noticed how stressed I've been lately with everything that's going on at work," Bernard continued as if he hadn't heard me. "And you haven't even tried to make things better. Instead, you're just standing there accusing me of things I didn't do. I don't understand why you're being so inconsiderate and insensitive-""I'm inconsiderate and insensitive? You're the one who is letting people, including your ex-fiancé, think that I'm your housekeeper. Because that's what you really think of me, isn't it?""I don't know what you're talking about."I let my hands fall to my sides and stepped towards me. "Yes, you do. I agreed that we should keep it private because I thought it would be better, but I never thought about what it meant to you. You and I both know that we weren't meant to happen. If it wa