Chapter 52

Chapter 52

BLAIRE

What happened yesterday bothers me up until the next morning. I

haven't slept a wink since accidentally meeting Catherine in the

hallway. I'm not sure why she’s here in the hospital, but I can't risk her

knowing about Blaze. If she finds out the truth about my son, it won't

take long before Sebastian knows about it.

He

may not be interested in having a child with me, but I don't know what

he'll do once he finds out. I'm not taking that risk, even if it means that

I'm taking away Blaze's right to know who his father is.

Despite all my worries, I still have more pressing matters at hand. I

have to leave and fulfill my commitment with Sebastian. Even though

the doctors and nurses have been nothing but great towards us, I still

need someone to keep an eye on Blaze all the time. That's when I

decided to get a private nurse for Blaze who will update me with every

progress while I'm not here.

“Don’t worry about Blaze, Miss Banks. We've got the best doctors and

facilities here. He's in good hands, Sylvia said, the private nurse that I

got for Blaze.

“Thank you, Sylvia. I'm not sure what time I will be back. But please, if

there's any problem, don't hesitate to call me. I'll answer it right away,” I

told her.

“Yes, Miss Banks, she answered.

“You're leaving, mom?” Blaze asked when he woke up from his

nap.

I glanced down at Blaze, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and

concern. Kneeling beside him, I gently ruffled his hair.

“Just for a little while, sweetheart,” I reassured him. “Sylvia will take

good care of you. If you need anything, just let her know, okay?"

Blaze nodded, but a hint of sadness lingered in his eyes. “Okay, Mom.

But promise, you'll come back soon.”

“I promise,” I whispered, pressing a k*ss to his forehead. Turning to

Sylvia, I reiterated, “Thank you for looking after him.”

Sylvia's reassuring smile lingered in my thoughts as I left the hospital

room. Once at the hotel, I took a moment to freshen up and gather my

thoughts. The anticipation of the upcoming appointment with Sebastian

added a layer of nerves.

Choosing an outfit for the night, I opted for a deep burgundy dress that

gracefully flowed to the floor. The fabric, adorned with subtle floral

patterns, seemed to catch the

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light, adding an understated elegance to the ensemble. The neckline,

modest yet alluring, hinted at a balance between confidence and

restraint.

Completing the look with the only set of jewelry I have, I adorned my

wrists with slim bracelets that chimed softly as I moved. The heels I

selected added a touch of sophistication, their muted hue blending

seamlessly with the rich tones of the dress.

Standing before the mirror, I took a moment to appreciate the reflection

staring back at me-a tapestry of anticipation and a subtle hint of

vulnerability. The choice of attire, a conscious effort to strike a chord

between poise and approachability, mirrored the complexities of the

upcoming meeting with Sebastian.

As my gaze met the reflection in the mirror, a whirlwind of emotions

swept through. me. The subtle glow of the hotel room's lights

highlighted the anticipation etched on my face. I found myself caught in

a moment of introspection, questioning how the evening would unravel.

The air held a certain charge, thick with the unspoken dynamics that

had woven their way into the fabric of our history. The echoes of past

encounters with Sebastian reverberated in my mind, each memory a

distinct chord playing in the symphony of our shared experiences.

I couldn't shake the lingering uncertainties. I let out a loud sigh to calm

myself down before leaving my room. I head out to the lobby. I found a

black car waiting for me outside.

“Miss Banks?” he asked when I approached the man standing beside

the car.

I smiled in confirmation. He's probably the driver who's going to drive

me to his hotel. He then proceeded to open the backseat door for me.

The driver, settled in his sc at, conveyed Mr. Foster's thoughtful

gesture. “Mr. Foster asked me to prepare drinks and snacks for you,

Miss Banks. Feel free to get anything you want,” he offered, his tone

carrying a note of politeness.

“Thank you. But I'm fine,” I replied, the air between us briefly

punctuated by the polite

exchange. Turning my gaze toward the passing cityscape through the

window, I polite

welcomed the silence that enveloped the car.

The quiet drive to the hotel allowed a moment of solitude, a chance to

gather my thoughts and emotions before the inevitable reunion with

Sebastian. The city lights blurred into a mosaic as my mind danced with

memories and anticipations, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing a

comforting backdrop to what's about to happen.

As the car neared the hotel, the anticipation in the air became palpable.

The city’s luminous skyline mirrored the flickering thoughts in my mind,

each building a silent

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witness to the journey I was about to embark on.

Upon arriving, the driver courteously opened the door, and I stepped

into the quiet elegance of the hotel lobby. The familiar aura of

sophistication enveloped me as I made- my way to the designated

meeting area. A discreet nod from the hotel staff signaled that

Sebastian was already waiting.

Sebastian rose as he saw me approach, a blend of recognition and

something else flickering in his eyes. “Blaire,” he said, his voice

carrying the weight of unspoken history.

“Sebastian,” I responded, the echoes of our shared past resonating in

the subtle, exchange. The ambiance of the hotel lobby provided a

delicate backdrop to the complexity of emotions hanging in the air.

He then led me back to his table and pulled a chair for me. As I settled

into the seat, subtle acknowledgment passed between us-a recognition

of the shared history that transcended mere moments.

“Thank you,” I said, a soft smile playing on my lips. The air seemed to

hold too much tension as we delved into the uncharted territories of this

deal.

I was surprised when Sebastian took the seat beside me instead of the

one across me, his eyes reflecting a myriad of emotions. “You look

beautiful,” he complimented.

A blush crept to my cheeks at Sebastian's unexpected compliment.

“Thank you,” I replied, a soft smile tugging at the corners of my lips. His

words carried a certain sincerity, and for a moment, the layers of time

seemed to fade, leaving only the present and the connection we once

shared.

I suddenly felt hot when he suddenly put his hand over my exposed

thigh. It didn’t help that I was wearing a dress with a high slit on the

side.

“Sebastian!” I called his name firmly in between gritted teeth. I was

about to shove his hand away from my leg when the waiter suddenly

approached me.

“Are you ready to order, madam?" he asked.

I opened my mouth in panic, but nothing came out. I looked in

Sebastian's direction, pleading for help. But he only responded with a

smirk. He then leaned against my ear and whispered.

“Say something, Blaire-not if you want him to notice what's going on

under the table.”

1 gulped in fear of getting caught. I'm starting to regret all the decisions

that I made leading up to this moment.

What did I get myself into?