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Worst Fear 105

    <b>Chapter 105 </b>


    Mason


    The past three days have been the longest days for me. I woke up this morning with mixed feelings. I checked my phone, hoping for a message from Lydia.


    She was the one deciding where we’d meet. But there was none from her.


    I pushed myself off my bed, turning to the digital clock on the top of the nightstand close to my bed. It read 10:30 <b>am</b><b>. </b>


    Squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a long groan. I had not been able to sleep until it was past 4 a.m. My entire body <b>felt </b>weak and sore.


    My mind has been filled with various thoughts. What would I do if Lydia refuses to allow me ess to the twins?


    I slipped into my slide and walked to the restroom.


    After taking a quick bath, I stepped out and slid into grey pants and a white top. I picked up a Rolex and wrapped it around my wrist. My phone rang just when I took a final look at my reflection.


    She was finally calling.


    I walked over to where my phone was. Picking up my phone, the hope I had built copsed as I stared at the name<b>, </b>Julia<b>‘</b><b>, </b>disying on my screen.


    Since thest time we spoke, I have been avoiding her. I don’t want to speak to her or anyone.


    She tried calling and texting, but I have been ghosting her. I don’t know how long I can do this for.


    I stared at the phone until it stopped ringing. It started ringing almost immediately, and I ended the call. I’ll deal with Juliater. For now, getting an agreement with Lydia and having ess to my twins was more important.


    I stared at my screen wallpaper, which has now changed from the ck exterior to a picture of Liam and Mnie.


    I had taken it from my car once when I watched them walk through the gate into the school.


    My phone began ringing again. What the hell does Julia want? Can’t she tell that I am in no mood to speak to her? All this ghosting and ignoring was to pass a message, but it was clear she wasn’t doing a good job of understanding it.


    I decided to take the call this time. cing the phone to my ear, “Mason, have you been avoiding my calls?” Julia’s angry


    voice sounded out.


    I massaged my temples and sucked in a deep breath, “No, I’ve been busy.”


    “How busy are you not to be able to check for me and your son for the past three days, even after you walked out on me the other day?” No, I don’t have a son from her yet.


    “Aren’t you going to say something?”


    “Julia, I’m in a meeting. I paused it to answer your call.” The lie came out smoothly without much <b>thought</b>.


    <b>Chapter </b><b>105 </b>


    <b>“</b><b>Can </b><b>I </b>call <b>you </b>after the meeting?” I figured there was no way I’d be able <b>to </b>push her <b>off </b><b>without </b><b>that </b>lie and when she hung up, I let out a breath of relief. Picked up my car keys and stepped out of my room.


    I <b>feel </b>a little guilty doing this to her. She is pregnant with my child, and I’d be damned if I let what <b>happens </b><b>with </b>Lydia and the twins repeat itself with our child.


    I’ll figure out what to do about it and assist her in any way I can. I may not love her, but she has my child.


    I made a mental note to call her after meeting with Lydia. I’ve been a jerktely, and picking a thing or <b>two </b><b>from </b>her favourite shopping store would be enough to cheer her up.


    The elevator dinged before parting. I stepped out, walked through the sliding ss door, and into the underground <b>car </b>park.


    Opening my car door, I was about to step inside, but froze when I heard a voice behind me.


    “I thought you said you were in a meeting, did the meeting end already?” Her voice is sarcastic.


    I turned and mentally kicked myself. I squeezed my eyes shut and cursed under my breath.


    “Hey, Julia,” I said, turning around awkwardly, wishing the ground would open up and swallow me. Who would have thought she was down here waiting for me?


    No, why would she be down here waiting for me?


    “Hey? Really, Mason?” She paused, folding her hand over her chest, “It’s not enough that you ignore my calls and texts, but now you lie to my face too?”


    I pushed my hand over my hair, “I didn’t mean to lie to you, I just…” I had no excuse, “I’m sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have lied.” Or ghost you.


    I closed the door behind me and leaned on my car. “I have been having a hard timetely with work and life and all that shit.” Her hardened eyes softened.


    “I was wrong, I shouldn’t have lied, no matter what” I picked her hands, reminding myself I was doing this for my child, not her. If I make sure she understands that I am sorry and try to schedule a meetup with herter, I’m sure she’ll let me off


    without much talk.


    “I’m sorry you feel that way. You know you can call me and I’ll understand.” I nodded, releasing her hand<b>, </b><b>but </b>she held


    mine, refusing to let go.


    “I do.” I looked around, freeing my hand from her hold. It was time I left. “How about shopping tomorrow? I’ll <b>be </b>sure to clear my schedule and spend the day with you and our baby.” I say, my eyes flickering to her stomach.


    She reached for my hands and ced them on her stomach, her entire face lit up, “That will be so nice. Baby misses <b>you</b>, and he’ll be so d to spend the day with you.” Yes, that is settled then.


    “But have lunch with me today. Please.” She tilted her head to the side and blinked, pursing her <b>lips</b>. <b>“</b><b>It </b>will <b>make </b><b>us </b><b>really </b>happy. I’ve been having a hard time because of the pregnancy, too.”


    And that was how I ended up having lunch with her. By the time we were <b>done</b><b>, </b><b>it </b><b>was </b><b>already </b><b>past </b><b>2 </b><b>pm</b>.


    <b>2/4 </b>


    After <b>dropping </b>Ju off at home, I checked my phone for a text from <b>Lydia</b><b>, </b><b>but </b>still nothing. <b>Surely </b><b>she </b>hasn’t forgo about our meeting tonight.


    Not waiting to confirm my thoughts, I texted her first. She didn’t reserve any ce and told me to <b>pick </b>any <b>ce </b><b>of </b><b>my </b>


    choice.


    I made a reservation at a four–star restaurant.


    Our table was directly in front of a window. There were others scattered all over the restaurant, in pairs of <b>two</b><b>, </b><b>Chatting </b>softly.


    I looked over to the door just when Lydia stepped in. She stood at the entrance, a man dressed in ck pants <b>and </b><b>a </b><b>top </b>approached her, a name tag pinned on his chest.


    They soon started walking towards my direction. I smiled when Lydia’s eyes and mine met, but she didn’t smile <b>back</b>, <b>her </b>face as straight as it could ever be.


    I stood and pulled out a chair for her to sit on. “Thanks,<b><i>” </i></b>she muttered.


    “I was beginning to think you won’t being,” I said. The man left us.


    “I’m here now, aren’t I?” Her voice is cold and distant.


    Fork and knives clinked, mixing with theughter from the couple at our closest table.


    A waiter approached our table and handed us a menu. I had already had lunch with Julia, but as Lydia epted her <b>menu </b>and scanned it intently, I realised she hadn’t had lunch yet.


    “Surely we can eat before we start talking. I’m quite hungry.”


    Of course, I would not be throwing away this have lunch with her.


    tunity


    After cing our orders, we were quiet, her eyes refusing to settle on mine, but instead on the artwork and autograph of celebrities.


    “You used to love this restaurant. It’s been so long since we ate here.” She hummed without saying a word. “Wait, don’t tell me you’ve forgotten about it,” I said, desperately wanting to start a conversation with her.


    + blinked, and she finally held my eyes, “You remember, right?”


    “No.” Was her one–word reply.


    The waiter came at that moment with a tray of our food. She ordered the same food she always did during <b>our </b>date here<b>. </b>


    Was it possible she had forgotten, or was she pretending? She has no reason to pretend.


    We ate in silence.


    Since she came back, we’ve met a few times and hung out. Each time was better than thest. We’ve also <b>been </b><b>intimate</b>, How could all that go down the train immediately after I found out about the twins? Now it feels <b>as </b>though <b>she </b><b>has </b><b>built </b>


    <b>11:55 </b><b>Sun</b>, 3 <b>Aug </b>


    <b>more </b>walls around herself.


    After eating, it was finally time to discuss why we were here. Wiping her lips with a disposable napkin<b>, </b><b>she </b><b>said, </b>“<b>Let’s </b>make this quick, I’m kinda busy.”
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