Three months after the divorce, I found out I was pregnant.

During a meeting with my new boss, I suddenly felt nauseous and threw up bile. As I turned my head, I caught a glimpse of my ex-husband's intense gaze.

I made a quick decision to sell my house and resign from my job, then left town overnight. But my escape plan hit a snag at the airport. "Why the rush? Come on, spill the beans. What's the reason this time for running off?"

.....

The new boss arrived and called for an emergency meeting. Sitting in the conference room, I could hear whispers around me, but my mind was elsewhere.

I didn't care much about the new boss; my focus was on the child growing inside me.

It had been three months since I left Jaxton Munoz, and now I discovered I was pregnant.

I silently cursed him in my mind, "That jerk!"

However, suddenly, the room erupted in applause and gasps.

I looked up and was stunned.

Standing on the stage was a handsome and imposing man—Jaxton?

I thought, "How could a man like him end up in a small place like Olivano?"

I blinked in disbelief, wondering if I was hallucinating.

Our eyes met briefly.

Then, he casually looked away, his gaze cold.

I thought to myself, "Why am I nervous?

I'm just someone he doesn't like, especially since we've been divorced for three months.

But it's been a while, and this guy seems even more handsome now!

More dashing than before."

Feeling a mix of emotions, I absentmindedly placed my hand on my stomach. Jessica Armitage, seated next to me, nudged me with wide eyes, indicating that something was off.

Then I realized that the atmosphere was wrong and everyone's eyes were on me.

Roger Dent cleared his throat, saying, "Ms. Dempsey, Mr. Munoz would like to hear your thoughts on the company's future prospects."

I was speechless.

Jaxton was still staring at me intently.

His eyes were captivating, giving off a sense of deep affection as if they held a vast universe with countless stars inside.

In his magnetic voice, Jaxton remarked, "Ms. Dempsey. Daydreaming during a meeting isn't a good habit."

A wave of nausea hit me, prompting me to cover my mouth and rush towards the restroom hurriedly.

After vomiting everything, including bile, I felt dizzy as I walked out.

I thought to myself, "This baby inside me is going to be a handful!"

I splashed water on my face, rinsed my mouth, and looked up to see Jaxton's face in the mirror.

His face was incredibly handsome.

I choked on my saliva, coughing violently.

Jaxton furrowed his brow, watching me cough for almost a minute without moving.

I composed myself, wiped my hands with a tissue, and swiftly walked past him.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his embrace with force.

The familiar scent of fresh aftershave mixed with tobacco filled my senses.

I took a step back in a hurry, saying, "Mr. Munoz, I have a meeting to attend."

Jaxton squinted at me, his gaze lingering on my stomach.

Every nerve in my body tensed up, and my toes curled.

"Uncomfortable?"

I squeezed my palms, forcing a smile. "Had a bit too much to drink with colleagues yesterday."

His gaze was unwavering. I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.

After a while, he asked again, "Have you seen a doctor?"

"I'll see one after the meeting."

Then, Jaxton glanced at me before finally walking away.

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and took a deep breath in relief.

I thought to myself, "Even though we're divorced and have no ties, hiding a pregnancy for long is just not sustainable.

Jaxton is not just sharp but eagle-eyed.

I don't think I can stick around in this company anymore."

Without returning to the meeting room, I swiftly typed a resignation letter.

After a hasty pack-up of my belongings in the office, I made a beeline for the company's entrance.

With a honk, a sleek black car pulled up beside me.

I quickly stepped aside to make way.

The window rolled down, revealing Jaxton's face.

I was taken aback, thinking, "Is the meeting already over?

Or did my resignation not go through? What new twist is this?"

"Get in," Jaxton stated bluntly.

"No need, Mr. Munoz, I..."

I started to refuse, but he swiftly clicked the door open.

I hesitated, but with his car arrogantly blocking the traffic, I gritted my teeth and hopped into the passenger seat.

His flawlessly chiseled face entered my line of sight, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering around me.

My face started to flush, memories of that fiery night post-divorce flooding my mind.

I turned my head to look out the window, trying to distract myself.

His charm was overpowering.

It had been three months since our divorce, yet here I was, entertaining foolish thoughts.

As the car pulled into the parking lot, I caught sight of the gleaming sign of Central Hospital.

My breath caught in my throat.

I wondered, "Jaxton's capabilities are not to be underestimated, but could he really have found out about my pregnancy so quickly? I myself just knew!"

Seizing the moment as he parked, I dashed towards the back door, taking a taxi to my residence.

When we divorced, I left with just a piece of paper, moving so swiftly that he had no time to react, resulting in no significant property division.

In a third-tier city like Olivano, my savings were only enough to buy a modest apartment in the suburbs.

I had initially planned to work hard to afford a bigger house, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Regardless of Jaxton's intentions, I knew I had to cut ties swiftly and leave.

I enlisted a real estate agent to sell the apartment at a low price, booked a flight and hotel for the evening, and began tidying up the room.

But it was more like a massive purge.

As I held the glass dome with dried roses, my heart skipped a beat.

I had promised myself to let go after three months of divorce, but when the time came to leave, I still hesitated.

This rose was given to me by Jaxton at a birthday ball hosted for him, where he was the center of attention.

The event was grand, with Jaxton dressed simply in white and black, exuding a nonchalant air as he unwrapped exquisitely packaged gifts.

Even in his simplicity, he remained the most striking figure in the room.

When the music stopped, the room fell silent.

The person whose gift Jaxton opened first would be his dance partner for the opening dance.

My gaze fell on the bottommost black gift box.

I had gifted him a deep blue wristwatch, barely meeting the standards of the other gifts but representing half a year's worth of odd jobs for me.

This was the stark contrast between us.

This unrequited love was destined to remain unfulfilled, a feeling I never harbored expectations for.

Liking him was my own business.

I reached for the champagne, downing several glasses in an attempt to drown my sorrows.

Suddenly, the room erupted in whispers.

Dazed, I turned back to see the deep blue wristwatch in Jaxton's hands, which was gleaming under the lights.

My eyelid twitched abruptly, my heart racing in tandem.

Jaxton rose to his feet, his gaze sweeping across the room.

Perhaps the alcohol had gotten to me, as I instinctively stood up when his eyes landed on me.

"It's my gift," I boldly declared, causing a sudden uproar in the room.

At the door, a slender figure in white stood gracefully.

It was Louisa

Louisa sauntered in my direction, the tassels of her earrings swaying elegantly as she walked.

She positioned herself in front of me, an air of arrogance about her.

"Taylor, really? A watch worth a hundred grand? You dare to stand up?"

"If Louisa hadn't shown up, Taylor would've had a chance with Jaxton!"

"Can you believe it? An orphan with such lofty aspirations!"

The mocking voices around me engulfed me.

For a moment, I contemplated sitting back down. After all, this clandestine crush wasn't meant to be brought into the limelight.

But sitting down would imply that I lied.

Louisa flicked her slightly curled locks, smirking. "Ms. Dempsey, I know the chance to dance with Jaxton is enticing, but your behavior is quite low."

"It truly is my purchase."

"Oh?" Louisa's smile deepened. "Taylor, if you want to dance with Jaxton, just say it. Fabricating such a lie. Do you think anyone would believe it?"

Her taunt ignited a stubborn streak in me. I met her gaze squarely. "I worked hard for half a year to afford this. Any issues? I can provide proof."

I raised my phone, but a large hand quickly pressed it down.

"I believe you."

Jaxton's words reverberated in my ears, his handsome face blurring in my swaying vision.

"Can you still dance?"

His breath brushed against my ear, leaving me dizzy. He steadied my waist, leading me onto the dance floor.

"You like me."

His husky voice thundered into my ear, causing me to misstep and inadvertently stomp on his foot.

I gazed, transfixed, into his eyes, which were vast like the universe, as the world fell silent around me.

As the music ended, I walked to a secluded corner in a daze, absentmindedly picking at a dessert.

Louisa joined me, saying, "It took you half a year of thrift to buy a watch, Taylor. You and Jaxton are worlds apart. Is liking him a joke or not?"

I found it quite absurd as well.

I swallowed a spoonful of pudding, the sweetness turning bitter in my mouth.

"He could never like you, he..."

Before Louisa could finish, a commotion erupted nearby.

Jaxton held a rose, lazily twirling it in his hand.

Suddenly, the rose sprung from his hand, flipping gracefully in the air before landing perfectly in a vase.

Cheers mingled with screams.

"Jaxton is about to confess!"

"Oh my, oh my, who's that lucky girl?"

"No need to ask, it must be Louisa!"

The bitterness in my mouth intensified, my mind growing more blank.

I reached for an elegant glass nearby.

"Don't drink."

In my tipsy haze, I belatedly realized the room had eerily quieted down.

I turned, Jaxton's face bursting into view, his beauty undiminished despite the overlapping images.

He took my glass from me, the hand that held the rose.