Page 78 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

His statement shouldn’t have come as a shock. Since I knew this man was spontaneous. But it did.

He sighed. “You know. It’s in times like these that I miss my wife. It’s in times like this I miss her comforting words.”

“..she always had a way of making everything seem…less complicated. When the going got tough, she was a solid shoulder to lean on.”

I knew all about his late wife and herwondersin his life. He never failed to talk about it in his interviews. But what I didn’t understand was why he was telling me.

..And what to say.

“I see.”

He chuckled. “You must think I’m lonely. Perhaps I am.”

Light shuffle reached me. “I can’t wait to sign the deal and get started with your company.”

“..My assistant just won’t let me sign anything until I’m out of here. But the doctors say I should be out in two weeks. So see you soon, son.”

“See you too…sir.”

Just before I ended the call, he quickly chipped. “Oh and son, extend my regards to your fiancée.”

The call ended. And I smiled.

The distant sound of cars filled my ears as I swirled the glass. I watched the red liquid spiral gently before it came to a halt.

The motion was enchanting. The allure softly grazed the nerves in my brain. And the taste slowly melted against my tongue.

Releasing a satisfied breath, I returned my eyes to the view below. Greens clustered in a spot drew my attention to it. They were flowers. Their beauties could not be overlooked.

Yet, it was the first time I would notice them.

A small chuckle escaped my lips.

I never did this— all this. Revel in the view. Take fruit wine. And abandon tasks.

But here I was. Standing in my office, before the glass walls. A glass in hand.

And revelling in serenity. Peace. Calm.

Everything was peaceful. My insides were calm. And my mind was without worries.

Ever since the dinner three days ago, I’d been this way. I knew why.

After Mother greeted Renee, we both walked to the table. She was welcomed with love by my father, and Sarah.

Not like their opinions counted. But there was an odd sense of peace knowing she was accepted.

I was finally facing my demons. Coming to terms with light. My new beginning.

I had been glad when she was no longer tense. Slowly, she eased into the conversation. I’d forgotten what genuine laughter sounded like until yesterday.

I’d forgotten what it felt like to be part of something small. Yet strong. I’d forgotten what family felt like.

Somehow I felt like the broken pieces of my heart were slowly coming together. Though not perfect, each crack found its perfect match.

And like nature agreed, a calming breeze engulfed me. I wasted no time in tilting my head. My head felt light.

My soul felt light. But my moment was interrupted when the door suddenly flew open. Bringing me out of my reverie.

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