<b>Chapter </b><b>67 </b>
I thought to <b>myself</b><b>, </b>That’s not enough. Maybe before long, Jared <b>will </b>spend hundreds of millions on a big mansion <b>for </b>Tracy. Right now<b>, </b>I’m his legal wife. <b>Isn’t </b><b>it </b>only fair and right for me to spend his money?‘
I ignored her and just urged Yvonne to <b>cat </b>faster. After dropping Yvonne off at school, I headed straight to Harmonia Hotel. By then, both hotels had shut down and were being renovated.
Jared worried I might get the short end of the deal, so he helped me connect with the right people.
At noon, I went back to thepany. My office was still right next to Jared’s. As soon <b>as </b><b>I </b>got there, I felt people giving me weird looks.
I wondered if it was me until one of my little assistants, whom I had bribed with small favors<b>, </b>came over and said, “Mrs. Hob, I heard Tracy threw up during the meeting. Mr. Hob personally took her to the hospital.”
My expression froze<b>. </b>I stared at her and asked, “Is that for real?”
She looked at me with sympathy. “Of course. There were lots of people in the meeting room watching. Tracy looked <b>pale</b>, and Mr. Hob helped her into the elevator.”
I thanked her and went into my office. Even though I already knew from my previous life that Tracy was pregnant, she hadn’t told Jared because of work and Yvonne.
She had gone to the hospital secretly and had the procedure done. Jared was both angry and heartbroken afterward. His love for her grew even deeper. He immediately gave her a vi to make up for it so she could rest and recover.
A simr story was about to unfold. ‘Is Tracy’s vomiting morning sickness<b>?</b>‘ I wondered.
I leaned back in my chair. People passing my office all looked in at once. I became the target of their pity and sneers. It felt like they were all waiting for me to be dered divorced.
At noon, I left thepany. Even though I didn’t care about their looks, they still felt like needles poking me, making me ufortable.
For once, I asked Nathan out. When he answered, it was very quiet on his end, like he was in a meeting. But he sounded a little excited. “Why the sudden call?<b>” </b>
“Can you take me out for lunch?” I remembered he had asked before, but I always said no.
“Okay, where are you? Want me to pick you up?” Nathan’s voice was warm and charming.
“No need. Just give me the address. I’ll drive there.” I took a deep breath to calm my restless heart.
Nathan gave me an address far out in the suburbs, about forty minutes away. “Isn’t that kind of far?” he asked, waiting for my
<b>answer</b>.
<b>“</b><b>It’s </b>fine. It’s good. <b>It’s </b>better for doing bad things,” I joked.
Nathan heard the unease in my voice and whispered with concern, “What’s wrong? Did something happen?”
“Nothing. See you soon.” I hung up and drove toward the restaurant. When I got there, it was almost one o’clock. Nathan was already there. He stood at the entrance<b>, </b>smiling as he walked toward me.
Outside the restaurant was a patch of flowers, blooming gardenias and poppies. Nathan’s tall frame looked sharp among the
flowers.
I got out <b>of </b>the car. <b>He </b>smiled and said, “Sorry for the drive<b>, </b>but this <b>ce </b>is good.”
“No problem. The <b>scenery </b>here is great,” I said, ncing around with a smile.