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I nearly jumped out of my skin when she caught me off guard.

It was only after that I touched my earlobe, finding the blood had already dried up, leaving behind some crusty red scabs..

Fiddling with it made my ear throb with pain again.

To think I'd bled without even realizing.

Christine slapped my hand away, "Seriously, who digs at themselves like that without feeling any pain?"

After saying that, she rummaged through her bag, pulled out an antiseptic swab, tied my hair up, and carefully disinfected the area, "How did you manage this?" "Margaret did it."

I briefly explained what had happened between Margaret and me.

Christine was livid, cursing under her breath, "What the heck, that woman's nuts. Gotta crack up her brain to see what's inside. Snatching whatever she fancies like a true bandit."Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

"How come your disses are always so funny?"

Her rant somehow lifted the gloom that had settled on me for the day.

Christine glared at me, "With a friend like you, I've had to learn how to curse." "Oh."

I let her take care of my ear. The iodine felt cold but not too painful.

After she was done, Christine grumbled, "What the hell is Bryant doing? Just yeste was gifting earrings, and today, he's cozying up to Miss Goody Two- Shoes."

on this one, don't trip over She then warned me with a glance, "You better turn the page on t the same stone twice."

"I've moved on."

"Make sure it's not just lip service," she e hit th the nail on the head.

"Alright, alright," I shut down the computer, grabbed my bag, and nudged her towards the door, "Let's call it a day. Aren't you supposed to drive me to pick up my wanna eat? It's on me."

car? Where do you Our previous director was a hard driver during work hours, but rarely asked for overtime.

This good practice had continued, leaving the office mostly empty by now.

Clad in her high heels, Christine easily draped an arm around my shoulder, nonchalantly saying, "You decide, I respect all cravings of a pregnant lady."

"I'm craving that fish stew we used to have back in college."

"Can you handle it?"

"Yes!"

I'd been craving it since noon and didn't want her to refuse, so I played up my pity card," "I've been drooling over it all day. Had some beef stew for lunch and threw it all up. I'm starving."

"Alright, let's go for that stew."

Christine quickly agreed, then playfully threatened my belly, "When this little rascal comes out, just you watch how I'll deal with him."

"What if it's a girl?"

"Then, she'll be spoiled rotten!"

On our way to the restaurant, we chatted nonstop, mostly about the baby in my belly.

I was looking forward to it, but Christine seemed even more excited than I was. However, the good mood didn't last long after we arrived at the dealership.

While settling the bill, Christine's sharp eyes spotted two familiarm figures, Look who are we running into here?"

It took me a moment to realize she meant Bryant and Margaret.

Yes, it was them.

Bryant looked indifferent, hands in his pockets, exuding an innate aura of author

From where I stood, his gaze seemed fixated on Margaret.

What a beautifully matched couple.

The salesperson was practically beaming, "Mr. Foon, this model is perfect for a lady. Easy to drive and comfortable. Mrs. Ferguson will surely love it..."

Hearing this, Christine was ready to explode, storming over there.

Feeling a lump in my throat, I quickly held her back, "Chris, let it go."

With Bryant there to back Margaret up, we wouldn't stand a chance anyway.