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I bid goodbye to Alley and left the restaurant, but I paused when I saw Blake resting against his car in front of the restaurant.
I pushed my lips together tightly. Why can’t he leave me alone? I walked up to him. “What the hell do you want now?”
He stopped leaning and stood up straight. “I believe I made it very clear what I want.”
I laughed. “I think I made it clear that you won’t get that.” He ran his fingers through his hair. “Please, Sophie.”
I rolled my eyes and walked away from him.
“Come on, it was a mistake,” he yelled to me. “I wasn’t grown up.” I stopped and turned around to go back to him. I crossed my arms and halted in front of him. “Even if I forgive you, you still won’t get me.”
“Why?” he said in a panicked voice.
“Are you deaf? I told you clearly yesterday that I am engaged, and I don’t want you!”
He looked down at my hand and smiled a little. “I don’t see a ring on your finger.”
The damn ring!
“That’s because…” I took a long breath. “We don’t want to tell anyone about our engagement yet.”
He lifted his eyebrow in a funny way. “Are you engaged to the President or a billionaire?”
I fought the temptation to strangle him and clenched my teeth. “Blake, you don’t need to know who I’m engaged to.”
He smiled. “You are lying.”
“Please, Blake, leave me alone. I’m begging you. You’re not going to get me. Get this through your f*****g head.”
“At least I can try to win you.” “You will waste your time.” He winked at me, which made me sick. “I’ll make it worth it,” I said with a forced smile. “Good luck with your work.”
I went away again, but when I thought he was following me, I put my hand up. “Do you dare to follow me?” I replied without turning back.
I heard him laugh softly. “Of course, Sophie.”
*****
A WEEK LATER
I’m very tired.
Why?
I just woke up.
I felt very exhausted even yesterday. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Everything hurts: my stomach, my brain, my muscles, everything. I can get myself to the bathroom and take a hot shower to ease the pain in my muscles.
I recognized how bad I looked as I stood in front of the mirror and dried my hair.
My face was so pale. It seemed like my eyes were a little crimson. People who see me will believe I haven’t eaten or slept well in days.
I think this entire thing with Blake turning up and breaking off the engagement really hurt me.
I shook my mind and threw those thoughts aside. Then I got ready to go to the restaurant.
Alley’s eyes became big, and her jaw dropped open when I walked into the kitchen.
“Wow, you look…” She looked at me and tried to find a term to describe me. “Ugh.”
I said, “Thanks,” quietly while holding my purse over the counter. “Did Blake come back again or what?”
“He did come back here a week ago, but luckily, he found something better to do with his time,” I told her everything he said to me.
“Next time, just tell me, and I’ll take care of him.” “Sure,” I answered with a hint of sarcasm. After that, she gave me a troubled look. “But… what’s wrong with you? You look sick.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know either.”
“Are you on your period?”
“No, it’s late this time. I don’t know why.”
“Your periods are pretty regular, so what happened? Are you stressed?”
“No, Alley. I’m fine,” I lied.
She hummed and put her hand on my forehead. “I think you have a fever, but it’s not too high.”
“Oh.”
“I think you should take the day off.”
I shook my head. “I’ll be okay. I can still work.”
She put her hands on her hips. “Who’s in charge here?” I rolled my eyes. “You.”
“Ms. Spencer, your boss tells you to get out of here and see a doctor, or she will do it herself.” She stared at me.
“Doctor? Really?” I replied in anger. “Alley, it’s just a fever.”
“Yes! You only have a mild fever, but you look like you were hit by a truck. That’s why you need to see a doctor.”
Sometimes, she acts like a mum. And that genuinely warms my heart.
She gave me my purse, shoved me out of the kitchen, and closed the door.
Come on! It’s merely a high temperature.
I hit the door. “Alley, I promise I’ll go to the doctor first thing in the morning. Just let me work today.”
When the door opened, she stood there with her arms crossed and a serious look on her face. “You promise?”
I nodded fast. “Yes. I swear.”
She let me in after a long sigh.
After I told the lady doctor that my period was late, she collected samples of my blood and urine.
But it wasn’t needed. I don’t think so; I am pregnant. It’s not feasible. I remember Liam used protection.
Or did he not?
No. He did.
Or he didn’t.
He did.
He didn’t.
He did.
He didn’t.
He did.
The doctor came back with the results and a big smile on her face, which broke my train of thought.
What the hell is she excited about?
She sat down at her desk, and the smile on her face made me anxious. “Um…is everything okay?” I said.
She laughed. “Everything’s fine.” “I don’t get it.”
She said, “It’s clear, Ms. Spencer. You’re pregnant.” I am–
“What?!”
He lost some of his smile as I said it. “You are pregnant. A week pregnant.” I laughed without any humor. “You’re kidding, right?”
She said no. “Ms. Spencer, no. The reports say you are clearly pregnant.”
“I…I can’t believe this. It can’t be!”
She was quite surprised. “Yes, it’s true. I’m not lying. Do you need an ultrasound report to prove it?”
“Yes,” I answered right away. “Okay.”
“Look, that’s your baby,” she said, pointing to the little creature within my stomach.
To calm myself down, I took deep breaths. I’m going to have a baby. That f*****g Liam Whitmore made me pregnant.
I thanked the doctor, picked up the reports, and left the hospital. I strolled down the street for a few minutes without knowing where I was going.
I gazed at my stomach. I’m shocked that I’m pregnant.
There was a cab on the other side of the street, and I waved it down. “Where to, ma’am?” the driver enquired.
I said, “Whitmore Holdings,” while glancing out the window.
Liam’s point of view:
I was working on my laptop when the intercom rang. I clicked the button and heard Jason, my assistant, answer. “Sir, there is a woman named Sophie Spencer at the front desk who wants to see you. She says she is a friend.”
Sophie?
“And she says it’s urgent and that she will burn down this whole building if you don’t see her.” He said this in a funny way.
What?
“Um…send her up. She’s a…um…friend.” “Okay, sir.”
What the hell is wrong with her?
Why does she want to meet me all of a sudden?
Two minutes later, the door to my office burst open, scaring me. I saw Sophie storming in, and before I knew it, a tiny file of documents was thrown at my face.
I stood up because I was surprised by her scream. “What’s wrong with you?”
I was confused as I looked down at the papers that had fallen on my desk. “And what is this?”
She grinned fiercely and crossed her arms across her chest. “That, Mr. Whitmore, is the ultrasound report of your child growing inside me.”
My mouth fell open. “Sorry, what?” My kid? Is it growing within her? Is this a joke?
“Y-you have my…child growing inside you?” I said, pointing at her. “Did I stutter?”
“Are you kidding me? Are you playing a joke on me? Did Alley send you?”
“Do I look like I’m in the mood to prank you?!” she shouted. I was startled by the way she spoke. Damn. She scares me.
She stepped closer to me and grabbed my collar, forcing my face closer to hers when I didn’t say anything.
She gritted her teeth. “What could you do?” “What do you mean?”
“Get me pregnant! What else?”
I pulled myself free of her grip. “Do you think I did it on purpose?”
She pushed me on the shoulder. “You didn’t use protection! How could you be so careless?”
“I used protection!” I said. “How did this happen, then?”
“How can I know? And how do you know it’s my child? It could be someone else’s!”
She didn’t like what I said at all. Her cheeks became red with rage. “You think I’m lying? I’m a week pregnant, and I slept with you exactly a week ago. I already told you my engagement with Ryan ended, and the last time I slept with him was a month ago. Do you really think I slept with other people besides you?”
I huffed. “I know for sure that I used protection. I don’t know how you got pregnant.”
She hit me on the shoulder. “You didn’t use protection!”