Page 93 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Yes,” she replied almost immediately.

“I’d appreciate a cup of tea.”

I nodded. Instantly moving to the kitchen to make some for her. When I spotted the green tea, I hurriedly glanced away.

I couldn’t be found throwing up in front of her. Not until I sorted my emotions nobody could know anything. Not even Damien.

Opening the shelf, I brought out the kettle. Perhaps a chamomile tea could help her.

Just as I ignited the cooker, a loud sound reached me. I peeked through the kitchen to find Sarah at the tail of the stairs. She had almost tripped.

“I needed to use the bathroom,” she walked up to me.

After mixing the tea just like Brenda had done, I gave it to her, holding my breath as I did so.

We returned to the sofa in silence. I watched her gulp the tea. And I briefly wondered how she managed.

It was hot.

Bringing my eyes from her face, I settled them elsewhere. The image only made my blood boil. I didn’t need that.

Not right now.

“Please go with me to the park.”

Returning my eyes to hers, I met an expectant one. I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to. Because my brain could use some park air.

There was no need for a change of clothes. I was more than comfortable in my joggers and hoodie.

“Sure.”

We reached the park in her white Mercedes. Before we exited the car, she grabbed a baseball cap and a scarf. My heart dipped at the motion. But she smiled, shrugging the cap on. And wrapping the scarf around her neck and face.

The cold breeze and sound of children running around hit me instantly.

Maybe I made the wrong choice.

We moved to a bench where we sat. Silently we watched the people. No, she watched the people.

I watched the children.

In the blink of an eye, my life had changed. I didn’t know if it was for the better or worse.

I was pregnant by my boss. All that was supposed to be a simple arrangement had turned into a story so complicated. Even I, the protagonist, didn’t understand.

How was I supposed to –

“You know I miss coming here. I used to when I was still in the city….”

She started. Listening to her talk was better than listening to the chaos in my head. So I did.

I paid attention to her stories and shenanigans with an old lover. Before she got married.

Her eyes glinted with love and admiration, showing that whatever she had felt, she still did.

I furrowed my brows as she carried on with passion. But the tension between them eased when I felt her goofy side slowly returning.

After talking, we drove to a book cafe where we read books. Apparently, she loved them. I wasn’t really a fan of fiction, but I did my best.

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