Page 112 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

The chaos in my head was worse.

I didn’t want to think. But I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t help the rising confusion within me.

All I want you to do is think about it…

Well, I was. And I still had no clarity.

“Renee.” A familiar voice plunged me out of my thoughts.

I immediately whipped my head to see Ollie— his head. It was just his head, peeking through my slightly ajar door.

“Whew, for a second, I thought you weren’t in. I’d been knocking and when I got no response, I opened the door.”

He explained and I nodded.

“Are you okay? You don’t seem to—”

“I’m fine.” I quickly shook my head. “I was just… really busy with this brief.”

He arched a brow at me before nodding. “Okay.”

“I came to tell you that although the submission for the brief isn’t due till tomorrow, I need it now. Is there a way you could finalize it and have it on my desk before closing hours?”

I still had a long way to go. It was a commercial litigation. A contract dispute between two companies.

Cases like this took time. But I nodded. “Yes.”

He let out a breath of relief, nodding appreciatively. “Thank you, Renee.”

With that, he was gone. And I was left with my thoughts.

Maybe this tasking job could help take my mind off it.

After a couple more hours I was done. It was also closing time. So I grabbed my bag and headed to Ollie’s.

When I reached his office, he was focused on his laptop. I dropped the files.

“All done.”

“Thank you,” he smiled.

With a curt nod, I exited the office.

The car ride back to the house was fast. There was no traffic and I couldn’t have been happier.

All I wanted to do now was sleep. Shut my eyes to forget all this.

I paid for the cab and trailed hurriedly to my front porch. But stopped midway when I noticed something.

No. Several things.

A gasp escaped my lips as my eyes followed the line of rose petals that began at the tail of my porch.

Slowly, I followed the trail and was led to a beautiful array of flowers. My breath caught in my throat as I watched the petals form a big heart-shaped pattern just before the array.

The array was a red bouquet of roses. A white one and a bouquet of tulips. Each bouquet contrasted perfectly with the other, shielding red ribbons at the base, tied in butterfly knots.

A familiar shiver pricked my spine as I moved until I reached them. I lowered myself to take the tulip when an envelope fell out.

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