Semua Bab Your Honor, I Want A Divorce!: Bab 81 - Bab 90

I made my way to the address of the cafe she had added and I spotted her from the entrance, sitting so calmly with her cup of coffee in one hand and her phone in another. Just like her daughter. I heaved a heavy breath to calm myself down. Raising my hand to the door, I pulled it open and her eyes shot directly at me. The expression on her face was unreadable, she just simply stared. I walked over towards her and she pointed at the seat opposite hers, offering me a seat. Taking the chair, I sat down and crossed my arms below my breasts, waiting for an explanation as to why she had called me. "Blaire." She simply said. "Margaret." I responded, just as confident as she sounded. Her brow arched so suddenly, like she was surprised at the way I regarded her, then she smiled, a smile that mirrored how pissed she was. Nodding her head, she pointed at the tea cup in front of me. "I hope you won't be angry, I placed an order for you as well. It's chamomile tea, I know you enjoy it." I

I stared at my mother, obviously annoyed by the fact that I was even trying to strike a deal with her. The arrogant look on her face made me want to change my mind and leave, but I had to find out what she knew. So I forced myself to remain seated while masking my anger with a calm and reserved expression. She smiled. "So you finally want to know why your sister hates you so much?" I shrugged my shoulders. "If there is a reason then I at least deserve to know." She nodded her head. "I don't want to believe you actually don't know the reason especially when it is so obvious." She squinted softly. I rolled my eyes and sighed. "If I knew, would I be sitting here in front of you and asking to pay you money? If you want to play games with me then you might as well forget the money you want to collect and say goodbye right now because this will be the last time I will sit here with you." "Impatient." She clicked her tongue. "I'll play by your rules since I am the one desperately i

THIRD POV Blaire stared at the woman standing close to Fabian, she was flawless. Her beauty was raw and soft like something she read about in novels or a beautiful actress that existed only in movies. Not real life. At least to Blaire, that was what she saw. She felt like she should hurry towards them and drive a wedge between them, pushing them apart. She refused to listen to the voice that told her she needed to have some self control. 'Why are you feeling jealous? You refused to date him after all. So why are you acting like this?' the voice asked her. But she refused to listen to it, maybe because she knew it was right. She didn't care, she just couldn't stand it. Clearing her throat, she arranged her dress and walked towards them. "Fabian!" She suddenly exclaimed, spreading her lips into a broad smile. Fabian turned around, surprised by the enthusiasm in her voice and even more surprised by the wide smile that played on her face. But he smiled in response and stretched ou

"What else is left to do now?" I asked her with an arched brow. "We just need to finish the female selection, please ask Mr McConnell to exercise a little more patience. Maybe try to distract him to give us some time ma'am." My secretary pleaded. I nodded my head. "Got it. Don't worry, he won't complain about the time we've spent so long as I am by his side. I have a few tricks up my sleeve." I smirked, proud and confident. With a grateful smile, she bowed her head and turned around, disappearing at a corner to finish up her pending and most important job. A soft sigh left my mouth. I couldn't believe the things I had done so far and I refused to believe the things I would do to make him forget about the reason he even came here in the first place. But I was determined, my image and reputation were on the line. Because when it came to business, Fabian loved to keep all pleasure out. But I planned to bring that pleasure, even though he didn't ask for it. Returning to the office,

He stretched his hand out to me, a gentle smile on his face. "Come on, let's join them and pick out the outfits." I stared at his outstretched hand, feeling hesitant for a moment. Then I did the weirdest thing ever. I told myself that if I accepted his outstretched hand, it meant I would accept his love. If I didn't, it meant I would turn my back on his love for me and our friendship. I stared at his face now, his eyes never left my body. His brow arched, confused, maybe a little curious as well. "What's wrong?" I rose to my feet to meet his gaze and voiced out my thoughts. "Fabian…"His eyes glowed in anticipation for what I was about to say. He didn't rush me nor did he act impatient. He just stood in front of me, his hand still waiting for me to take it. A sigh drew from my lips and I summoned the courage to speak. "I told myself that… if I take your hand, I will accept to become your woman that is– if you still want me, but if I don't take it, it means I am turning down your