Page 32 of Secret Baby for the Billionaire Doctor

And then, when I'm done, she suggests we go to the restaurant across the street to talk things over as well. We make our way to the restaurant, a cozy little place with dim lighting and soft music playing in the background. We order a bottle of wine for me and Ally's favorite juice, and soon we're talking and I share everything in my chest with her, my worries regarding my family and our careers.

We talk about love, about our hopes and dreams, about the things that matter most to us. And as the night wears on, our conversation takes on a romantic tone, and before I know it, I'm reaching across the table to take her hand in mine.

Ally looks at me, her eyes shining with emotion. "Dante," she says softly. "I know we've not been friends for a long time, but I want you to know that I truly love you and I’m sorry to cause a rift in your family. I want to be with you forever, to explore this connection we have."

Ally

I can feel Dante's hand on mine as we sit across from each other in the cozy little Italian restaurant. The dim lighting casts a warm glow over our table, and the gentle murmur of other diners fills the air. It's been a perfect evening so far - good food and most importantly, good company.

I take a sip of my drink and look across at Dante. He smiles at me, and I can feel my heart flutter. I can't believe how lucky I am to be with him - he's handsome, charming, and kind. It's like he was made just for me.

We’ve just finished talking about the fight with his brother and we're in the middle of a conversation about our plans for the weekend when suddenly the door to the restaurant swings open. My heart sinks as I see Genevieve walk in. I had done a little research about her since the previous day she made the threat, and from what I've heard, she's not the kind of person you want to mess with. I can see the look of shock and anger on her face as she spots us sitting together. Before I know it, she's striding towards us, her eyes blazing. A quick thought in my head tells me that she is probably chasing Dante.

"What the hell is going on here?" she shouts, drawing the attention of everyone in the restaurant.

Dante stands up, his hand still clasping mine. "Genevieve, please calm down," he says, trying to placate her.

"Calm down?" she screeches. "You're here with this... this woman, and you expect me to calm down? You said you still loved me, Dante! You said you wanted to get back together!"

Dante's grip on my hand tightens. "Genevieve, I cared about you in the past, but things have changed. Ally and I have something special, and I can't ignore that."

Genevieve's face contorts with rage. "Something special? You're cheating on me, Dante! I can't believe you would do this to me!"

I can feel my stomach churning with anxiety. I never wanted to be the other woman, and I certainly never wanted to cause this kind of drama. But here we are, and there's no going back. Dante tries to reason with her, but she's beyond reason. She starts to make a scene, shouting and grabbing at me. I try to pull away, but she's too strong. Dante steps in front of me, shielding me from her attacks.

"Stop it, Genevieve!" he says firmly. "You're making a scene. Let's go somewhere and talk this out."

But Genevieve is not interested in talking. She's out for blood, and she won't stop until she gets it.

"You're both going to regret this," she hisses, before storming out of the restaurant.

I can feel tears stinging at the corners of my eyes. This was not how I wanted tonight to end. I look up at Dante, and he's looking back at me with concern etched on his face.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice gentle.

I nod, even though I'm not really okay. I'm scared - scared of what Genevieve might do, scared of what might happen to us. But Dante takes my hand again, and I can feel the warmth of his touch calming me down.

"Don't worry," he says. "I'll handle Genevieve. We'll figure this out."

I want to believe him, but I can't shake the feeling that things are about to get much, much worse.

The rest of the evening is a blur. We pay our bill and leave the restaurant, Dante's arm around my shoulder. I feel like every person we pass on the street is looking at us, judging us. I can't stand the thought of being the subject of gossip and speculation.

As we walk towards Dante's car, I can feel the tension mounting inside of me. What if Genevieve does something crazy? What if she tells everyone about us? I've worked so hard to build a good reputation in the hospital, and I can't bear the thought of it being ruined because of this.

Dante opens the car door for me, and I slide inside. He gets in on the driver's side and starts the engine.

"Where do you want to go?" he asks me.

I shrug. "I don't know. Just drive, I guess."

He nods and pulls out into the street. We drive in silence for a few minutes, the only sound being the hum of the engine and the occasional honk of a horn.

Finally, I can't take it anymore. "What are we going to do?" I blurt out.

Dante glances over at me. "We'll figure something out. I'll talk to Genevieve, try to remind her of the facts and that she chose her own path a long time ago. Maybe we can come to some kind of agreement."

I can feel my anxiety starting to ebb away. Dante always knows how to calm me down. "Do you really think that will work?" I ask him.

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