All Chapters of The Tycoon's Secret Pregnant-Wife: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

What was she doing? Macy pushed the thought aside as she watched her boss push down the shopping cart the isle . She could feel his eyes trained on her body as she selected items from the shelves, inspecting them before setting them inside the basket. Earlier in the car, after she had offered to cook for him, Mr. Kincaid had sheepishly admitted to not having much at home to cook with. According to him, he rarely ate at home, so the whole pantry was as good empty. He had offered to get someone else to go shopping for him, but Macy had turned him down. It was late at night, and luckily they had drove by a twenty-five seven supermarket, so they decided to make a detour to the store.That was how she had found herself selecting scallions at the fresh produce isle at quarter to nine in the night, instead of at home with her son. Thankfully, Macy had remembered to let them know she would be coming home late. She set the vegetables into the shopping cart. “Are you allergic to anything?”

Day broke faster than Macy expected. As early as seven, Will was awake. It was Sunday, so he didn’t have to go to school, and she didn’t have to go to work, thankfully. One of his nannies had him bathed and dressed, despite Macy’s objections, but under her scrutiny. Then they had a lovely, delicious breakfast together – prepared by the manor’s chef – and then Marianne and Macy stayed with Will, playing in his playroom. All through the night, Macy had been unable to sleep well. Over three times she had woken up in the night. The previous night with Mr. Kincaid – Graeme – kept replaying in her mind. She had enjoyed sleeping with him, and definitely wanted to do it again. But then on another hand, he wanted a relationship with her. Macy wasn’t averse to the idea, but at the same time, she had to consider her son. Dating anyone would mean they would potentially be in her son’s life, and she didn’t really like the idea of that. She wanted stability for her son, and a fling with her boss

The moment the demand left his lips, Annette’s smile vanished instantly and she froze. A dark expression flashed on her face, too fast for him to decipher its meaning. Annette slowly sank back into her seat. A puzzled look settled on her face and she stared quizzically at him. “What are you talking about?”“Do not,” Graeme gritted curtly,” Try to lie to me. What happened that night at the hotel, six years ago. Tell me.”Surprise showed on her countenance. “That night? Do you really want to talk about what happened… here?” She looked around her before returning her gaze to him. “Yes.” Graeme said stonily. “Okay.” Annette shifted in her seat, seemingly uncomfortable. “That night… you were really intoxicated, and I was worried about you. I went looking for you and someone – I’ve forgotten who exactly – told me which room you were resting in. I went up to the room, knocked on the door, and you dragged me in and… assaulted me.”Incredulous, Graeme watched Annette while she continued to

Graeme waited a moment after the snooping employee left his office before he sprang up from his seat. He left his desk, going into the lounge in search of Macy. He knocked as a courtesy, entering after she asked him to. Macy was seated on the only sofa in the room, watching his approach to her side. Graeme noticed that Macy had already tidied up her appearance. Her hair was no longer mussed up, her shirt buttoned once more. The flush that had stained her cheeks earlier was no absent, a fact Graeme regretted. He had liked the pink hue on her lovely skin.“Who was it, sir?” Macy asked, rising to her feet. “An employee wanting my signature on a document.” Graeme replied, stopping a feet before her. This close he could really see how mesmerizing her blue eyes were. They were vibrant, beautiful. Fascinating. He wanted to swim in their depths forever. “Alright.” Once again, there was a flash of uncertainty on her face before it fled. “I should probably get back to my desk, sir.”“No.

Macy was setting up the conference room, along with Mr. Summers and a few other workers, for the meeting that would be commencing in approximately ten minutes. She had managed to detach herself, handing out the copies of the document she had made to the employees to place neatly on the conference table. The work was completed with little issues, and soon the room started filling up with more employees. They were the heads of major teams in the company that reported directly to Mr. Kincaid. Macy was attending to an issue brought up by Mr. Summers before he had left the conference room when a loud scoff sounded in the room. Turning around, she wondered what the ruckus was about. Macy was about to ask when one woman asked jeeringly, “Congrats, Ms. Sands. I think I speak for all of us when I say we had no idea you are expecting a child soon.”“What?” Macy breathed, stunned. How had they found out? She hadn’t even come to terms with the fact that she was pregnant yet, and now someone