Chapter 15

Feeling her baby's subtle kicks, Felicia lay on her side with her palm lightly covering her belly. Slowly, her feelings calmed down. Nevertheless, she kept thinking about what Kennedy had said. Max detested the child who was developing inside of her. How much would Miranda care after Miss Curtis gave birth to a Hawthorne heir? Does anyone care about Felicia's infant? She dared not think about it any longer.

She couldn't abandon her child to deal with a family who didn't want them. She decided then and there that she had to go with her daughter. She snapped out of it when she heard a knock on the door. She shuffled to the door after sitting up and swinging her legs over the bed. She was met by Marian's piercing expression. "Mr. Hawthorne wants to see you." With her heart racing, Felicia made her way to the living room.

Max was sitting on the couch, appearing harsh and icy. She had braced herself, but she tensed at the power of his presence. She approached with stuttering steps and drooping eyes. She came to a stop in front of him, expecting to be reprimanded, but his remarks were even more icy. "Finish these documents before you sleep."

Without a second look at her, he got up and moved toward the dining room. Felicia gazed at the massive coffee table file stack. He clearly had no intention of letting her sleep tonight. She wasn't even a human in his eyes, let alone a pregnant lady. He detested her. She balled her hands into fists. She turned abruptly and yelled, her voice clear but tremulous. "I've submitted my resignation already. I'm finished.

Max came to a halt. He turned, staring at her with cold eyes. Felicia coerced Despite the fact that it made her skin crawl, she forced herself to look into his eyes. I will not repeat it. Max gave Marian a look. "Go lock her door." Marian smiled smugly, her lips curling. "On it." She quickly left, going all the way to Felicia's room. Felicia stood motionless as the blackness swept over her until she was gasping for air.

Tears rolled down her cheeks before she could stop them because her heart hurt so much. Max noticed that, but his eyes remained icy. He wasn't at all concerned. Felicia felt absurd as she watched him pull away, as if she were the target of a terrible joke. A wave of sadness and rage overcame me. Cradling her stomach, she left the living room after grabbing the files off the coffee table and throwing them directly in the garbage. Max hesitated, his face becoming even more icy. Felicia went outside. She shivered when a gust of cold wind struck her. There was no coat on her.

She had locked her car keys and phone in her room. The wind wiped the tears from her eyes as she turned to face the villa. Red-eyed, she gave herself a hug before turning to stroll slowly down the deserted route lit by the lamps. Her pregnant tummy was visible to everyone who saw her as she walked through the cold, her flimsy clothing helpless against the wind. People in cars couldn't help but look as they passed.

In this enclave, the wealthy and well-connected lived in just eighteen villas. Felicia's identity was well known. Everybody had heard the tales of her and Max. Max was too ideal for this unattractive woman. Naturally, he had no desire to return home. Nobody felt sorry for her when they saw her like this, stumbling through the cold with nothing except her pride.