Chapter <i>55 </i>Quenna Has a Morning Sickness?


    When I stepped into the office, I was immediately met with a flood of curious stares.


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    At first, I thought the problem was mine, but then a young assistant, who owed me a favor, hurried over and told me, “Mrs. Hartwell, I just heard that Ms. Tackman vomited during the meeting, and Mr. Hartwell took her to the hospital himself.”


    I froze, my expression hardening as I looked at her and asked, “Is that true?”


    The assistant gave me a sympathetic nce and nodded, “Yes, it’s true. There were so many people there, all watching. Ms. Tackman looked really unwell, and Mr. Hartwell even helped her into the elevator.”


    I thanked her and walked into my office. Even though I knew from my past life that Queena was pregnant at this time, she hadn’t told Shawn because of work and Yuna. She went <i>to </i>the hospital for an abortion without informing him, and when he found out, he was both angry and heartbroken. His feelings for her grew deeper, and he quickly gave her a mansion to make up for it, allowing her <i>to </i>rest after the abortion.


    Was a simr situation about to happen again?


    Was Queena vomiting due to morning sickness<b>? </b>


    I slumped into my chair, and as people passed by my office, I could feel their eyes on me. I became the subject of their sympathetic yet mocking stares. It felt like they were all waiting for me to be handed a divorce.


    Around noon, I decided to leave the office. Although I didn’t care about their looks, they still pricked at me like needles, making me uneasy.


    For the first time, I made ns to meet Ethan.


    When Ethan picked up my call, the line was quiet, as though he was in the middle of a meeting.


    But he sounded a bit excited. “What’s up? Why are you calling all of a sudden?”


    ‘Would you like to have lunch with me today?” I remembered that he had asked me out several times before, and I had always turned him down.


    Of course! Where are you? Do you want me to pick you up?” Ethan’s voice had a yful tone, charming as always.


    ‘No need. Just give me an address, and I’ll drive over.” I took a deep breath, trying to calm the uneasy feeling inside.


    Ethan gave me a location, a bit out of the way in the suburbs, about a 40–minute drive.


    “Is that too far?” he asked, then waited for my response,


    “It’s fine, a little distance is good. It makes it better for doing naughty things,” I teased him.


    Ethan picked up on the odd tone in my voice and, with concern, asked softly, “Is everything all right? Is something troubling you?”


    2:51 pm


    Chapter 55 Quenna Has a Morning Sickness?


    “It’s nothing, I’ll see you soon.” I quickly ended the call and drove toward the restaurant.


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    By the time I arrived, it was nearly one o’clock. Ethan had arrived earlier and was waiting at the entrance.


    The area outside the restaurant was filled with flowers, with gardenias and lilies in full bloom. Ethan’s tall frame stood out in the midst of the floral disy, looking incredibly handsome.


    I stepped out of the car, and he walked toward me, smiling as he said, “Sorry for the long trip, but this ce is really worth it.”


    “It’s okay. It’s beautiful here,” I said with a smile, taking in the surroundings.


    “Let’s go in, I’ve already ordered the food,” Ethan said, guiding me into a cozy private room on the second floor. A balcony filled with flowers was just outside, and beyond that, the sight of open farnd added a peaceful, country feeling to the scene.


    “Please, enjoy the coffee,” Ethan offered with a warm smile.


    “Thanks.” I took a slow sip before heading toward the balcony.


    Ethan settled behind me, his gaze on me, and softly asked, “You seem like something’s bothering you. Is everything all right? Can I help with anything?”


    I turned to meet his gaze. His eyes were calm but filled with concern.


    “You’ve already helped by inviting me to lunch,” I replied with a smile.


    Heughed softly. “It’s just a meal. No need to be so formal.”


    I didn’t bring up my concerns, and Ethan, with his tact, didn’t press any further. Instead, we shifted to talking about his business. His passion for his work was evident, and his eyes sparkled as he spoke about his industry.


    I couldn’t help but think that the future of technology was bright, and he was sure to achieve great sess.


    Ethan spoke up suddenly, “Mr. Hartwell has recently invested in several new projects.”


    “I don’t know much about hispany,” I admitted. I was aware that Shawn was an expert investor, someone who was always careful and rarely suffered any losses.


    Ethan said with a soft smile, “Mr. Hartwell is quite an outstanding person. If you’re interested in learning about investment management, he’d be a great person to consult.”


    “Well, we’ll see,” I responded casually. Despite Shawn’s skills as a mentor, I wasn’t particrly interested. I wasn’t driven by the desire to umte wealth. Once I had enough, I intended to live a simpler life, perhaps spending my days tending to flowers and nts. That would be enough for me.


    “Your daughter resembles him,” Ethan suddenlymented.


    “Have you met my daughter?” I asked, surprised.


    “At a gathering once, I saw her. I couldn’t help but notice that she looks just like Mr. Hartwell, not a hint of you in her features,” Ethan said, his gaze full of curiosity as he looked at me. “If she took after you a little more, she might be even more beautiful.”