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Ivanov.

O'Neill.

New York truly was a multicultural city; you were constantly reminded of that.

My eyes jumped from one row to the next, from one name to another.

Abbott wasn't on the list.

Neither in the left row nor in the right.

This just couldn't be happening.

Once again, I started going through the long list of names.

"Abbott, you said, right?" Don asked now.

I nodded.

Don shook his head at the same time.

So he hadn't found Isabella's name either.

What the hell did this mean?

It can only mean one thing, Carter: Isabella doesn't live here anymore. She's moved.

And I had no idea where to.

The thought made me queasy.

How was I supposed to find Isabella now?

Chapter 31 ~ Isabella ~

"Here."Ipointedtothe inconspicuous entrance on the side of the skyscraper.

"Here?" Hayley's voice couldn't have sounded more surprised. "Are you kidding me, Isabella Abbott? This is supposed to be the entrance to some super-rich guy's private apartment? This?"

"Yes. Now stop already, or we'll have to walk so far." I looked impatiently out of the car window.

"I'm going around the block again. Maybe there's a suitable parking spot somewhere. I don't want to collect another ticket." Hayley turned right and began her announced lap around the block. She was at the wheel of my dented Toyota because I had been too nervous to drive myself.

The prospect of seeing Carter again made my heart race. And then... then I would have to tell him that I was expecting his child.

How would he react?

Did he even like children?

My thoughts jumped back to the wedding celebration. To the moment when he had saved the little boy from the pool. Carter could certainly handle children well. But that didn't mean he wanted any of his own. However, people often had children who hadn't actually planned on having any...

"There are no parking spaces here," Hayley now growled through gritted teeth. By now, she had turned again. Soon we would pass the elevator that led to Carter's apartment again.

"Then just double park. It's my car, so it'll be my ticket," I replied, trying not to sound too excited. But the closer the moment came when I would see Carter again, the faster my heart beat.

"You have even less money than I do. How do you plan to pay a ticket?" Hayley's objection sounded reasonable. But I didn't care right now.

"A ticket is really the least of my worries at the moment. Just stop somewhere." I nodded my head forward. By now, we had almost completed our lap around the block without finding a suitable parking spot. Hayley was much better at parking than I was. But even New York's best parker wouldn't have had a chance here. Not even in a Smart car. There was simply no free space.

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