All Chapters of Your Honor, I Want A Divorce!: Chapter 11 - Chapter 19

CHAPTER 13The driver walked towards me, "Miss Blaire Quincy?" He asked with a slightly arched brow. I couldn't help but to wonder how such a man with good looks was working as a driver but I would be lying if I said I was surprised, knowing how hot Fabian was. I nodded my head in response, still trying to process the image that was before my eyes. Only very few people owned that kind of car in the entire world, the first man to have ever purchased it had kept his identity hidden, apparently it was Fabian! "Let me carry your purse for you while I lead you to the car." He offered, his voice pulling me out of my thoughts. "Oh... Okay." I responded, still in shock. Jessica stood still next to me and only when I tapped her did she blink and look away from the car. "Huh? Oh my goodness! How come?""I feel so damn nervous..." I whispered to her. She took my hands in hers and squeezed them softly, "deep breaths B, everything will be alright." I nodded my head. "Maybe I should have dre

The manager bowed his head deeply. "Mr McConnell! You've arrived just in time! This woman over here--" "Is my guest." Fabian cut him off softly. "Yes, your guest, she..." The manager's words trailed off after realizing what Fabian had just said. "Your guest?!" I felt like I could finally breathe properly. A sense of relief washed over me where I stood and I felt like I could finally relax. "Didn't I inform you that a guest of mine would be coming over? What did I tell you to do when she arrives?" Fabian questioned him. "Y--yes sir! But I didn't know-- you told me a guest was coming and that I was to take her to the vvip section." He stuttered, fear plastered on his face. "Did you not know that she was around?" Fabian's voice was cool as he asked but that was what frightened the manager most. It made a chill run down my spine as well. The fact that he was so relaxed after witnessing what he did, normally others would get angry and yell out but he was calm and listened to

He walked back over to our table and sat down, a smile on his face. "I'm sorry about that, would you like to hear about it?" I blinked. "Uhm... Sure." "I've been asked to act in a commercial for the Rolls Royce Phantom but I don't really want that kind of attention. I need your advice, what do you think I should do?" He asked me. I batted my lashes confusedly. "What-- me?" I pointed at myself and he nodded. "You want my advice?" "Yeah. What do you think I should do? I want to decline it but they keep insisting. They gave me total control over the planning and strategizing of how the ad will run. "I get to pick the brand of outfits and accessories to use for the ad and I will also decide how it will go. They said it has to be for some reason, if it's not me then they don't want anyone else." I didn't know what to say, how could I give a man like him advice? "I mean... I guess you could do it for them since they are so insistent. They even gave you veto power so you could consider

THIRD POV Ella felt like she was going to explode with anger. Did they not even care that she could have been hearing their conversation? How could they even keep on plotting with her around the corner?"Do you really think Blaire will come back to me? I doubt that she will." Jacob said worriedly. "You will have to convince her! Don't you know how to be romantic?" His grandmother questioned him. "How to be sweet? Buy her flowers, send her gifts! Be as persistent as a mosquito starving for your blood!" He let out a soft sigh, running his fingers through his hair. "If... If the child is mine and we can somehow convince Blaire to come back to me with our daughter then... What do we do with Ella?" Grandma Penny let out a soft laugh. She walked over to the sofa and sat down. "What do you mean what do we do with her? A visitor will leave will he not? Or does he own the house?" Jacob shook his head, "he doesn't." She smiled. "Ella took on a position that was never hers to keep, when it

My steps felt unsteady as I returned to the table but I managed to keep myself from falling. He was sitting there, immersed in his phone. He seemed to be scrolling through some pages. He acknowledged my presence with a smile and went back to work. I sat down, feeling my heart thumping in my chest. The lady's words haunted my head. Only his mother and I. Did he think of me to be special enough as his mother? Did he really love me? Why would he let me sit in a place he considered to be special? I picked up my fork but my hand refused to hold it still. He looked at me and asked, "are you done?" I felt my brow twitch, "huh? What?" I asked in response, feeling quite nervous. "I just wanted to know if you were done eating. Maybe they could bring in tea and biscuits." He suggested. "Oh yes. I'm done." I managed to bring a smile to my face though I feared my nervousness would reflect through it. He nodded softly and ushered some waiters over. They immediately cleared the table and a