Page 65 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

To her, Damien ignored the surprise and stormed off without another word.

“I’m fine,” I smiled.

I really was trying to be.

“Are you sure? I mean I can’t imagine-”

“I’m fine, Sarah. Really.”

She eyed me for a moment. Her shoulders slumped before she walked towards me.

Taking her seat on the other side of the desk, she placed her palm above mine. “If it’s all hard on you, you know you can leave right? I mean no human should be forced to-”

“No.” I quickly interrupted.

Her brows furrowed. “No? No as in you cannot leave?”

No. No, as in I don’t want to talk about this.I suddenly felt uncomfortable.

“Can we not discuss Damien today?”

The crease between her brows deepened. Before she leaned back.

Slowly, a smile made its way back to her face. “I’m sorry. I understand he’s an asshole.”

I nodded, swallowing thickly.

Soon she stirred the conversation to a new piece of jewellery her husband had gotten for her. As she ranted, my discomfort rose even more.

I didn’t know why. Perhaps it was the glint in her eyes that didn’t seem to match the excitement in her voice. Or how my heart suddenly wouldn’t stop racing at my boss’ name.

Chapter Sixteen

Damien

A white rose.

The two boxes that had sat on the table. One of them was a white rose.

The guilt in my chest thickened when I recalled the events of that day.

I’m a terrible person and I just keep getting worse. It all keeps getting worse.

I ran a hand down my face. I didn’t know why Brenda hadn’t thrown them— the gifts— away. But I was glad she did not.

A white rose.

The meaning was not lost to me. I knew what it signified. And I briefly wondered what prompted the thought.

I didn’t need anything to know it was from her. Renee.

Perhaps her reactions toward me were justifiable. It was justifiable that she avoided me like the plague. It was justifiable that her replies were suddenly curt and sounded rehearsed.

I didn’t blame her for it. For any of them. It was a taste of my own medicine.

But I didn’t like it. Not one bit.

It had been days since the incident. She’d flee immediately after conferences. And when she stayed, it was curt, monotonous responses to my questions.

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