登入____...Reagan looked at the time for the nth time as he signed off on one of the budget reports. It was seven in the evening and he hated that he had so much work to do. His intercom beeped to life. He pressed the receive button. “Yes, Alison?”“Mr. Knight, you have a visitor.” “Who?” “Mrs. Knight.” His eyes widened. “Joanne? What is she doing here?” “Oh, no no. Not Ms. Ramsay. Your mother.” He deflated. Of course, Alison had been ordered by him to never refer to Joanne as Mrs. Knight. “She does not deserve the same title as my mother.” He had barked at his meek secretary. “Let her in.” Reagan disconnected the call and leaned back in his chair, massaging his temples, knowing exactly what this visit was about. Pauline must have been running her mouth. The door was pushed open as Alison stepped in to hold it open for the queen of the Knight empire. Reagan rose to his feet, walking over to greet her. “Mom, what brings you here?” Rowena nodded her head at Alison dismissive
____...“I will see you later, Joey.” Elliot pressed a kiss to her temple as he opened the cab door for her. “Yeah, miss you already.” Joanne smiled at her best friend, the only person on her side in this world. Elliot flashed her his very charming smile which was not accessible to just anyone. “See, I knew that was the main reason for you showing up.” Joanne rolled her eyes and got in, waving as the cab pulled away. Her phone rang. She looked down, expecting it to be Elliot calling to say something stupid or about something she had forgotten. She stared at the caller ID. Why was Reagan calling her in the middle of his working hours? Joanne had never received any phone calls in their three years of marriage, even when she was going through the worst days of her pregnancy. In fact, he had stopped coming home in those days. She hesitated before picking up the call, “Hello?” She hated how soft and meek her voice sounded, like her seven-year-old self standing outside her distant
____...Ever since coming back to the past - or what she believed was the past - Joanne finally felt relaxed. The reason? Reagan Sebastian Knight had left for work. She was left fumbling when he had voiced his reluctance to go to office, leaving her ‘all alone in this condition’ as he had put it. She choked on the dry toast she was trying to stomach when he brought up his thoughts about applying for paternal leave. Was this man out of his mind? She was absolutely baffled by his need to be a part of this pregnancy. He wanted to be a hands-on father, he had said. Why? What was he thinking? Did a punch in the nose really change a man so much? Or was, as she had inferred, the change in timeline of the pregnancy news and the return of Serena changed something? Or was it, yet again, as she had inferred, that she was in an alternate reality? Joanne hated that she wished it was true. Of course, she was horrified by this man being around her. She had lost herself in the moment and
____...“What the hell?” Pauline screeched. Joanne and Reagan snapped out of their stupor, Reagan pulling Joanne's shorts back up before fixing his own clothes as he quickly got off of her and she struggled to get to her feet. “That's what I should be saying, Lynn. What the hell? Stop showing up unannounced.” Reagan was absolutely flustered, and Joanne even more so - she didn't know whether to thank Pauline for halting a disaster or hate her for how mannerless she was.All the ladies’ heads whipped to his face as if he had gone crazy. “What did you just say?” Pauline had tears in her eyes, but her baby brother ignored her in favour of her hated sister-in-law. “You okay?” Joanne blinked. Was she okay? She did not think so. She was confused as to whether she should choose the alternate reality theory or he needs a brain check theory. “You can't talk to your sister like that.” Was what she ended up blurting out. Which had the two ladies whipping their heads in her direction
____ . . . “Are you for real?” Joanne looked up from her book at Reagan’s agitated voice as he stormed into the living room. She raised a brow, nonchalant. “What are you talking about?” “You just left!” He growled out. “So?” “SO? I was there for you and you just left without me.” He was calming down, and it was obvious that he was putting a lot of effort into making it happen. “I was there as your plus one and you just ditched me there. Does that make any sense to you because it sure as hell does not to me.” “I did not ask you to come.” Joanne picked up the bowl of almonds from the coffee table and popped one into her mouth. “You decided you wanted to attend. Don’t blame this on me.” Reagan stared at her for a long moment before letting out an exasperated exhale. “I am not blaming you. I am just saying that if we went together, we should stay together and we should leave together. It is just proper etiquette.” Joanne choked on her almond, grabbing her throat as she
____...“So she knows it's a boy?” Reagan asked as he sipped on the over-sweetened mojito that went straight to his brain. He winced as he placed the blue food-dyed drink down. Joanne nodded, though all she really wanted was to overturn the mojito on his head. She did not like him here. She did not like that he was sitting, absolutely relaxed, on the lawn chair with his arm draped lazily over her chair while all she wanted to do was eat her nails while she wondered whether the doctors had missed out on some major brain bleed when Reagan got his nose broken. “Yes, yes, the gender reveal was three months ago, Mr. Knight!”Joanne rolled her eyes. It did not help that one of Talia's friends thought the sun shone out of Reagan's ass and tried to start conversations with him. For Christ's sake, he was not a celebrity. He was just a less-than-human piece of crap! Reagan gave her a polite nod but did not entertain further interaction. He turned back to his wife. “So why a separate bab







