บททั้งหมดของ My Secret, My Stepbrother : บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

MAVIS The annual summit of the state gynecologists will be taking place in two days. It was an important event that required my presence as a professional in the field. However, the protocols demanded that my identification be presented upon arrival, making it necessary that I retrieve my lost identity card in order to be admitted into the venue.The consequences of failing to attend the event were grave. Aside from that, my absence would jeopardize my chances of being selected and offered an award which I was expecting. The stakes were high, and I knew I had to act swiftly to get back my missing identity card. As if to add to the existing chaos, my phone began to ring with Jackson's name hovering over the screen. I didn't want to pick it up so I allowed it to continue ringing.When it persisted, I decided to pick up the call. "Hey, buddy!" Jackson hailed as lively as he usually did as though he had forgotten about our misunderstanding."Hi," I said tiredly."It's been a while, you

MAVISEmbarking on my first night flight was exhilarating. I eagerly anticipated the experience. I grabbed my phones and informed Matilda about it but she advised that I be patient until the next day.I convinced her of my reasons for leaving and of course, it was a lie. As Nathan drove the car through the gate, my phone buzzed with a message from Bennett. It said that Isabel doesn't have my identity card or the other items, and so going to San Francisco would be pointless.I decided to ignore the message from Bennett. I wanted to find out if what I imagined was true or not."Are you planning on coming back anytime soon, sir?" Nathan asked, slowing down the car. "If it were possible to return tonight, I will do so. I don't intend to overstay, I got an important event in two days."We drove silently to the airport. It was easier to get a flight ticket and secure a spot on the plane because I had to use the VIP plane.While waiting for the plane to take off, Estelle forwarded a porn v

ISABEL Upon conversing with an employee of the real estate division, I learned more about the housing market. Much to my surprise, the price range of properties was significantly more affordable than I had initially anticipated."It's a stunning property with all the modern amenities. There's a swimming pool, playground, and much more. I can send you some photos so you can see for yourself, and you can come and visit the house tomorrow to get a better idea of what it's like." The agent said I er the phone. Having concluded the informative call with the real estate agent, I proceeded to Instagram with so much anticipation. I patiently waited for the photos to arrive, eager to see the home that would potentially serve as my new abode.Well, the photographs of the potential house were exquisite, showcasing well-crafted houses. I hoped these houses would look just as nice physically. I was a bit worried that it might not, but I still felt hopeful.After careful consideration, I made my

MAVIS "Isabel? Hello? Are you there?" I repeated in frustration, drawing the phone away from my ear. Much to my surprise, the call had already been disconnected, leaving me to stare at the screen with a mixture of confusion and disappointment. The unexpected end to our conversation only added to the growing unease that had been building within me. It was embarrassing to me that the receptionist was watching as my step-sister disconnected the call without letting me finish talking. "Sir, if I may ask, did Miss Isabel happen to provide you with her address before the call ended?" The receptionist inquired, with a tone of concern. He could have sensed my consternation as I stood there, grappling with the abrupt termination of the phone conversation. I shook my head in response, "Unfortunately, no." I forced a smile to show that it was something I could handle. "She's a little upset with me, but we can talk it over when we meet," Smiling at me, he responded. "Alright, so, is th

ISABEL. "Please accept my apologies for the disturbance," Eric said, his phone nestled back on the table after he'd turned to face forward. He then elegantly extracted the seat. "No worries at all. Let's pick up where we left off," I responded with an assuring smile. Settling back into his seat. "Ah yes, about your culinary skills. Do you enjoy cooking as much as you're good at it?" He inquired, his curiosity piqued by my earlier assertion. I nodded, "Sure, I do cook but I didn't have the opportunity to cook at my stepfather's house. We had a cook and a cleaner, they did nearly everything at home." "That's understandable," Eric replied with a nod of acknowledgment. "Having dedicated staff to handle household tasks must have allowed you to focus on other activities. However, I take it you still enjoyed cooking even if you didn't do it regularly?" He continued with interest. The conversation stirred up memories of my family and the unexpected pregnancy, evoking a mix of emotions