Page 44 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

She stared at me for a brief second. “Oh no, child. Everyone eats. It’s just that I’m always in when he’s out and out when he’s in.”

The microwave beeped. And she brought out a loaf of bread.

“Maybe it’s just a coincidence?” I leaned against the counter at a distance from where she was. I didn’t know why I was asking this.

“It has happened every day for four years to be considered a coincidence.” She broke the egg and added a couple of ingredients to the bowl. Her arms jiggled as she whisked.

“Then how do you know what to make? His favourite food?”

“I don’t,” she shook her head. “I just make my delicious recipes. And if there’s left over the following day, it means he doesn’t really like it.”

“So you’ve never really spoken to him about his preferences?”

“No. He doesn’t seem to like people around that much.”

I wanted to ask her how she was hired. Or how long she’d been working here. But I’d probed too much.

Whatever his preferences were, was none of my business. My curiosity was better dead.

“Is that French toast?” I successfully stirred the conversation.

“Yes, darling, it is. Pain perdu. I’d like you to have some.”

Even if she didn’t, I still would. It smelled delicious. Plus, I still had just enough time to eat.

With lips between my teeth, I watched her in silence. The way her arms worked around. How her body seemed to move with precision.

I imagined her having brown hair. It was all similar to my mother’s.

Tears burned my eyes, but before it dropped, Brenda dropped a plate before me. It was filled with toasts.

“Eat up, dear.” Her gaze was endearing. I couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you.”

My brows furrowed when she started to remove her apron and the cap. She grabbed a small bag from the corner of a distant counter.

“You’re leaving,” I spoke with a mouthful.

Just like I imagined, she had brown hair. And it bounced as she nodded.

“Why?”

“It’s how we work. I only come when I need to cook. Goodbye honey, see you later.”

She chimed before hurrying out the door. Choosing not to think, I ate the toast.

I was supposed to meet Sarah at a junction. Thankfully, it wasn’t too far from here. And Fred was available for me.

He’d told me Mr. Knight had instructed him to be at my disposal.

Finally, one thoughtful thing my boss did.

Digging into my purse, I brought out my phone before dialling Fred. He picked on the second ring.

“Good day, ma’am.”

“Good day Fred. I’d like to go somewhere.”

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