Page 47 of The Baby Contract With My Hot Billionaire Boss

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What were you doing in the West End District?”

“You followed me?” She looks irritated, but also … something else.

“You’ve been weird about where you go and why you’ve been late the last several days. I wanted to know what was going on.”

“That’s a huge invasion of my privacy. If I wanted you to know anything I would have told you.” It’s clear she wants to sound sharp but her tone is more like a nervous schoolgirl than anything.

“And what was that bag you took with you?”

“The bag? I just … there were some things I didn’t need.”

“So you did what with them?”

“I gave them away to someone,” she says reluctantly, but no matter how much I push she refuses to say anything else.

“I’m tired. It’s been a long day. I need to go to bed.” And with that she practically runs out of the room.

There’s something there. Something she doesn’t want to talk about.

And I’m determined to find out what it is.

Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Emma

Just tell him . The voice inside my head is practically screaming at me but I keep trying to shove the thought away. I don’t want to tell him.

I don’t know what will happen if I tell him.

Will he be angry with me?

Is it going to be a dealbreaker if he finds out about my family?

It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?

I sigh and sink down onto my bed.

Eventually it’s all going to come out. And maybe it would be better if it happened sooner rather than later …

Or maybe I can just keep compartmentalizing my life the way I have been.

I sigh and decide I’m just going to try and get some sleep. I can’t keep going over this in my head. Can’t keep stressing out and trying to piece it all together myself.

And I have to go to work the next day. Luckily he gives me a little space from there. The next day he doesn’t actually go out of his way to talk to me at all. Just looks across the room at me a few times and that heat is still there in his eyes. Still just as strong as ever.

Of course, I’m still wearing the Mardi Gras costume for the next few days so that definitely helps. Though a part of me knows he stared at me like that before I had this particular costume as well.

But I’m not sure just how much space I want. Or how long I’m going to want this to continue. Or how long he’ll allow it to continue.

By the time I leave work I’m ready to go home and collapse, but I promised to go back by the house and check in with Mom and Leann. She was feeling better when I was there last night but I’m not risking anything. I want a chance to take a look at her and see for myself.

Though this time I’m wary about whether I’m being followed. I’m watching my review mirror to see if Chris is tailing me. But there’s no one there as far as I can tell.

“How is she?” I ask, as soon as I get to the door and the weary smile on Mom’s face is reassuring.

“It was a long night. But overall, she seems to be doing much better. No fever. If she holds out for the next couple days they can do another treatment.”

“How’s she feeling?”

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