Chapter 85

Chapter 85

By the time I walked her home, the night had already cloaked the sky in its inky embrace.

Worried that she might not take good care of herself these next few days, I decided to stay over at her place.

The next morning, over breakfast, Christine kept sneaking glances at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s up?”

She hemmed and hawed, then straightened up, “Uh, about that night Bryant got, um, drugged, your phone suddenly died, and I never got the chance to ask you.”

Confused, I asked, “Ask what?”

Leaning in, she flashed a mischievous smile, “Did you guys, you know, do it? With that kind of drug, it must have been quite the experience, huh?”

I was halfway through my pancakes when her question caught me off-guard, causing me to choke. I knew of her tendency to drop bombshells, but it still took me by surprise every

time.

Coughing, I tried to regain my composure, “No, we didn’t have sex.”

She handed me a napkin, looking skeptical, “Really?”

“Of course, not. I’m in the first trimester of my pregnancy, how could we?”

I cleaned my mouth, tossing the question back at her nonchalantly.

Still, the memory of that night made my cheeks warm.

Christine grinned suggestively, “Well, if you really wanted to, there are plenty of ways.”

I felt an inexplicable guilt.

“And how did he get over it? Don’t tell me a cold shower actually works?”

Christine muttered to herself, then her gaze dropped to my hand, teasing, “Or did you, you know, lend him a… hand?”

Even though it was just the two of us, she lowered her voice, imbuing her words with a hint of scandal.

“Christine!”

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I blushed furiously, lunging to cover her mouth “What are you even saying? Have you no shame?”

She burst into laughter, looking at me as if shed figured it all out, “Come on, is it true?”

“Just eat your breakfast!”

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“That’s a yes, then!”

“Good lord, can’t you keep quiet even when eating?”

I stuffed a piece of toast into her mouth, and she managed to suppress her laughter, “Okay, okay, my bad.”

After swallowing, she suddenly said, “You know, now that I think of it, Bryant does have his redeeming qualities.”

“What?”

“Rather than hooking up with some random woman, he came back home to you for… assistance. That means the baby can’t be his. He wouldn’t even touch Margaret, so how could she be pregnant with his child?”

The first part of her statement was too much for me, but the latter caught my attention.

Still, these were not my concerns anymore.

I reminded myself to view him as my soon-to-be ex, and not to get emotionally entangled

again.

“You might not know this, but Margaret’s been dragged through the mud.”

Christine leaned in, showing me the office gossip group chat, “Everyone knows about her pregnancy now, and they’re not holding back. Look.”

“Gosh, and to think I once wondered if she was our CEO’s wife. Now she’s not only the other woman but also pregnant.”

“Poor Jane, her husband slept with another woman, and now there’s an illegitimate child to inherit the wealth…”

“I knew it from the moment she joined the company, with that trashy vibe, how could she ever marry into a wealthy family?”

“Disgusting, I’ve always hated home wreckers the most!”

“To knowingly be the other woman, how!

can you get?”

The group chat, with its five hundred members was a unanimous chorus of disdain.

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