Chapter 4

I gasped sharply.

“What the hell?! I’m not pregnant!” I growled.

My heart began to race, and I could feel myself trembling. Why hadn’t I thought of that sooner?

I should have bought contraceptive pills on my way home, but it had completely slipped my mind. I was so out of it that I had even forgotten something important.

Whether I admitted it or not, he might actually be right. Especially since I knew I hadn't been protected last night.

“You can’t be sure. We both know I didn’t use protection last night.”

I shook my head vehemently. I couldn't get pregnant!

“T-there must be a way to prevent it, right?”

“Don’t even think about doing whatever it is you’re planning, Canna,” he warned coldly, his voice laced with a threat.

“I... I’m not p-pregnant,” I insisted.

We had only done it once, so it was impossible for me to get pregnant... right?

He studied my expression, and I knew my reaction disappointed him. Many women would jump at the chance to get pregnant with his child, but me? I wasn't ready. Having a child at my age was never part of my plans.

“Are you saying that just to escape me? Are you planning to hide something from me?” he asked suspiciously.

I squeezed my eyes shut. It was so difficult to explain things to a man like him. What could I possibly be hiding when I wasn't even sure I was pregnant?

I took a deep breath and composed myself before speaking.

“Please, sir. I want to resign peacefully without having to worry about any trouble.”

He let out a sharp breath. When I looked at Sir Azrael, his jaw was clenched.

“If that’s what you want, I’ll let you go.”

A sigh of relief escaped my lips before I even realized it. I felt myself relax at his words.

“I’ll sign your resignation letter under one condition.”

I froze.

“Condition? Sir, you can sign my resignation letter without any conditions.”

“You either agree to my condition, or you stay with the company. Which will it be?”

I glared at him. There were plenty of people who could take my place as his secretary if I left.

“W-what’s the condition?”

If that was the only way I could get away from him, then I would do it.

My heart pounded as I stared at him, anxiously anticipating his terms. I silently prayed that whatever condition he had in mind wouldn't be too demanding.

He stared at me for a moment before finally speaking.

“You’ll stay with the company for two more months. I want to make sure you won’t run away from me in case you’re carrying my child.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m not preg—”

He raised his hand, silencing me before I could finish.

“That’s my only condition, Ms. Villegaz. Once I’ve confirmed that you’re not pregnant, you’ll be free to leave my company.”

I bit my lip, unsure of what to say. It wasn't that I didn't want a child. If I ever found myself pregnant, there would be nothing I could do but accept it.

What I couldn't understand was why we were arguing about this when there was no certainty that I had conceived. It hadn't even been a full day since we'd slept together.

“Okay, fine! I’ll stay for two months. After that, don’t try to stop me from leaving,” I told him.

His eyes widened for a moment before he smirked.

“If you can still leave...” he murmured so quietly that I didn't hear him.

He had taken care of me for almost an entire day. If I hadn't told him I was feeling better, Sir Azrael probably wouldn't have gone home.

I was incredibly grateful when I woke up the next morning and discovered that my fever had subsided. The only thing bothering me now was the soreness throughout my body, especially in my lower region.

Despite the lingering pain, I had to go to work. As long as the two months weren't over, I would remain Boss's secretary.

My phone rang, filling the quiet air around me. I tore my gaze away from the computer and glanced at the screen, frowning when I saw an unknown number calling.

I answered it.

“Hello—”

“It’s Azrael. Come to my office now,” he said from the other end before abruptly ending the call.

I stared at my screen and frowned.

“That’s it?” I muttered, shaking my head as I stood up and headed toward Sir Azrael’s office.

I realized that this was the first time he had called me since the morning. But I didn't mind. At least I could focus on my work without feeling awkward around him.

“You called for me, sir?” I asked as I entered his office.

“Yeah. I want you to have lunch with me,” he said, leaning back comfortably in his swivel chair.

I stared at him in confusion. I thought he had called me because there was something important he needed me to do.

This wasn't the first time he had invited me to eat with him, but I had always turned him down. What would my coworkers think if they saw me having lunch with the boss?

“You can eat alone, can’t you?” I asked calmly.

“What if I want to eat with you?”

My heart suddenly skipped a beat. It was such a simple question, yet it stirred something strange inside me.

I cleared my throat and silently scolded myself. I shouldn't be feeling this way.

“If there’s nothing else you need—”

“Have lunch with me, Ms. Villegaz,” he ordered firmly.

“I can’t do that, sir. I still have a lot of work to do.”

I stepped back when he stood up and slowly approached me.

“Are you disobeying me, Canna?” He fixed his gaze on me.

I swallowed nervously. There was nowhere else for me to retreat because the door was directly behind me.

“W-what are you doing?” I asked anxiously.

“I didn’t expect my presence to affect you this much.” The corner of his lips curled into a smirk.

“S-sir, I should get going.” I tried to open the door, but he stopped me immediately.

“Are you avoiding me?” he asked in a husky voice.

The hairs on my arms stood on end when I felt his warm breath against my ear, especially with his body pressed so close to mine.

“W-what the hell are you doing?!” I turned around and shoved him away.

He stumbled back a step. I was about to snap at him when someone suddenly knocked on the door.

I opened it, and Sir Jaric, Sir Azrael’s cousin, walked in.

“Hello, Ms. Beautiful,” he greeted me with a smile and a playful wink before walking straight to the sofa and sitting down.

“I-I’ll take my leave now,” I told Sir Azrael.

I didn't wait for him to respond. Instead, I hurried out of the office.

Once I was outside, I pressed a hand against my chest. Only then did I realize that I had been h

olding my breath the entire time.

“What’s wrong with me?” I whispered, rubbing my chest.

“I think I’m going nuts...” I shook my head vigorously.