(Leigh’s POV)“So, let’s have a recap here,” Dyna said as if we were just having a monthly meeting and not a casual conversation. “Something happened between you and Alex on the farm.”I nodded, lowering my head, not wanting them to see my face red from embarrassment. If I was really carrying Alex’s baby, it was something I did not expect to happen. We were just happy together, making love at night or in the morning… or whenever we felt like touching each other.We were sitting on the floor in a circle like having a picnic inside her bedroom while Callie was on the bed, lying and playing with her chew toy.“You said nothing happened,” sneered Alfie, letting me know he was disappointed. “You lied to us, Kayleigh.” He said angrily, but he breathed out. “Now, what should we do? I think before we plan this double wedding, let’s solve this double problem.”“What’s the problem?” Elle blinked at him and then glanced at me before taking another pancake. “Are you not eating this?” When I shook
(Alexander’s POV)“Wait!” I heard George, her voice in a panic, but it was too late because Zyra had already opened the door of my private office.I stop what I am doing and raise my head, watching Zyra coming toward me. Her high-heeled shoes made a clanking sound as she walked. She wore a black, open-back sexy dress that any man would not resist looking at her.“Should I make an appointment just to see you, Babe?” She asked, obvious that she was annoyed, and I was unsure if it was because of George or me.When she came near, she put her bag on my table, at the top of the paper I was reading, and sat on my lap, making sure that George saw us before claiming my mouth.I caught George rolling her eyes and sneering at her, but I could not reprimand her for acting annoyed because even the sight of Zyra also made my blood boil every time I saw her. She shook her head, closing the door behind her.Sometimes I wanted to ask her, where was the Zyra I used to love?“What do you need?” I asked
(Leigh’s POV)Juliet, Dyna’s staff, places the samples of cakes on the rectangular table for four. She smiled at me when she caught me licking my lower lip and looking at the mouthwatering slices of different flavors of cakes. I had to be careful in tasting them, though. Lately, I hated the taste of strawberries and pears, and just their scent would make me want to throw up.When Juliet put the last saucer of a slice of cake, I felt like Callie as I stared at it and eyed the cake with much interest. My cheeks blushed, catching Alex looking at me and furrowing his forehead as he gazed at the cake and then at me.As much as I hated sitting in front of him, I would rather have Alex sit across from me than Zyra. I raised my eyebrows at him but widened my eyes when he mouthed, ‘You’re mine!’I glanced nervously at Sebastian, but he was too busy answering a message on his cell phone, and Zyra was focused on studying the cakes on the table.Dyna came, pulled the chair from another table to s
(Alexander’s POV) When Zyra went to the restroom and Sebastian went out of the bakeshop to answer his secretary’s call, Leigh reached for my hands, holding me tight. We are still in the bakeshop, yet she is already sweating. “I don’t want to die yet, Alex. Do something,” she said, swallowing hard. “Hmm?” I raised my eyebrows at her, pretending not to care. Her lips quivered, releasing me and keeping her hands under the table. Even if I don’t look, I know she is fidgeting her hands, clasping her palms as she always does whenever she is afraid or worried. “The view there is beautiful at night, Leigh,” I said, although thinking fast of ways to bring her up the 47th floor without her fainting and how to bring her out after dinner. “I don’t care!” she whimpered, closing her eyes as she uttered in a hushed tone, “I must survive! I have to survive!” “Grow up, Leigh. Don’t be such a child!” I took my cell phone from my pocket, sending George a message. “What’s the highest floor can you
(Leigh’s POV)Alex was quiet.Zyra was hysterical, mad at Emma for not getting her reservation.Sebastian didn’t seem to mind. If he didn’t have a driver, I wondered how to arrive at the restaurant when he has his nose on his smartphone, reading emails or, if not, talking with someone on the phone.Me? I was not feeling me.I was thankful, though, that Sebastian was busy because he didn’t notice my eyes puffy from crying.“Call Emma!” Zyra yelled at the staff, and with tears in her eyes, she scrambled to her feet to go to her boss, but before she could call the owner of the restaurant, Emma came in.As always, she looked beautiful, and today she was dashing in her green knee-length A-line dress and matching high-heeled shoes, and as she walked toward us, she swayed like walking on a runway. She has a smile plastered on her lips, kissing Alex on his cheek.She rolled her eyes at Zyra when she crossed her arms on her chest. She heaved a sigh, ignoring her and walking to me.“I’m sorry a
(Alexander’s POV)12:01 a.m.The dinner, despite starting a bit chaotic, ended up just okay when Sebastian helped me in calming Zyra down. Just like me, Leigh was quiet at most times. She had been crying when Zyra and I came into Emma’s unit, and whatever the reason for her crying, I meant to find out today.I sat on the wooden bench in the dark corner outside the bakeshop, waiting for Leigh and Sebastian. After reading her message that they were on their way back to the bakeshop, I went out of the car and sat on the bench, planning my escape on the day of my wedding.If Mei could run away hours before the wedding ceremony, why not the groom this time?I straightened up when I saw the car stopping in front of the bakeshop and waited for them to get out of the vehicle. It took a few minutes before I saw Sebastian opening the door for Leigh, and when they were in front of the entrance of the bakeshop, he kissed her passionately.I looked heavenward, wishing to have more patience and con
(Alexander’s POV)“Alex…”“Hmm…” I mumbled, disoriented where I was at first before I remembered Leigh and I had checked in a hotel earlier today. I felt her body under the comforter as she snuggled to me. “Yes, Cupcake?” I wrapped my arm around her body and kissed her hair.“I’m hungry,” She sighed, but like me, she didn’t want to get up in bed.I reached for my phone, ignoring Chase and George’s messages and checking the time. With one eye open, I read the time, 10:45 a.m., and thought that no wonder she was hungry.“Brunch?” I asked, getting up. Leigh rolled down to her other side as I took the menu card from the drawer from the side table beside the bed.“Uhuh!” She answered, her eyes still closed. “Order me anything except for noodle soup,”I rubbed my closed eyelids before widening my eyes at the menu. “Pancake or waffles?”“Waffles.”“Sunnyside up or the scrambled egg?” I asked.“Scrambled,” she answered, rolling again, facing me this time.“Coffee or milk?” I smiled at her whe
(Alexander’s POV)I groaned, lifting my hands to reach my aching head. I moaned in pain, feeling the bandage wrapped around my head.“What happened?” I whined, trying to get up and open my eyelids. I had to blink a few times because I only saw blurry figures around me the first time I opened my eyes.“Oh, my God, you’re finally awake, Boss,” George scrambled to her feet, running toward me.Only then did I realize she was the figure I saw lying on the chair, who got up in a panic and dashed into my bed.I hissed, touching the sterile gauge bandage around my head and wincing as I felt the throbbing pain in my head. I focused my eyes on the old white ceiling and then on the white curtain.“Where am I, George?” I asked, letting my eyes wander. I was definitely not in a big hospital, not even a room, because I could hear noises outside the white curtain.“In an emergency room,” She sighed, cupping my head and checking my face. “Sta. Fe hospital,” she continued as she rolled her eyes and pl