"Ah!" Winnie quickly pulled out a few pieces of paper for me.

The waiter also rushed over to ask about the situation.

For a moment, my surroundings were in a mess.

"I'm fine."

After I dealt with it, I felt regretful that I was too impetuous just now.

Why didn't I hold the glass firmly?

She looked at me apologetically.

"Nancy, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're pregnant. Are you all right?"

Now she doesn't even call me Madam anymore. She directly calls me Nancy.

She was a college student after all. She couldn't hide her thoughts.

"What could happen to me? I just didn't hold it firmly.

"By the way, is your boyfriend from your university?"

Winnie shook her head. Her eyes lit up when she mentioned her boyfriend.

"No, he's from Mr. Ford's company. Nancy, you've also seen him before."

"Oh? Who is he?"

I pretended to be curious, but she refused to reveal who he was. All she said was how good and fond of her that person was.

Since she didn't tell me the name, I was no longer in the mood to talk.

Although I had confirmed that the person last night was Winnie, I still needed a final piece of evidence.

I proposed to add her as friend on Facebook, and she agreed in surprise.

She was even more impatient than I was.

"I previously asked Mr. Ford if I could add you as a friend on Facebook, but he didn't agree. I didn't expect to be able to add you myself today."

I looked at the familiar avatar and my heart sank completely.

Now I was sure that she was Charlie's mistress, the one who sent messages to Charlie last night.

I curled my lips and browsed through her Facebook page.

I found a photo of two crossed hands. I was very familiar with the man's hand. Just last night, he was still applying oil for me.

I looked at the photo for a long time, and I said to Winnie, "Why did you ask Charlie about that? Do you have a good relationship with him?"

She didn't panic at all. Instead, she looked at me generously. When it came to Charlie, her face was always full of happiness.

"Mr. Ford is like my teacher. I'm a little regretful to know that he's married. But I think that he's so outstanding, and his wife must be good, so I asked him whether I can add you as my friend on Facebook. I want to learn from you.

"But I didn't expect you to be pregnant. I'm too embarrassed to disturb you."

As an assistant, why would she feel regretful because her boss was married?

Winnie had no intention of hiding it at all.

On the way back to the company, she talked to me about her boyfriend.

"Nancy, will women have stretch marks after they are pregnant?"

My eyebrows twitched. "Yes, what's wrong?"

Winnie pursed her lips and was a little unhappy.

"My boyfriend doesn't like women with stretch marks. He said that they were ugly and disgusting, and he wanted to vomit when he saw them.

"Nancy, do you have stretch marks? Does Mr. Ford dislike them?"

How could I not understand the hidden meaning behind her words.

"He personally applies oil for me every night. Does this mean he dislikes them?"

Charlie didn't like them. The messages last night and what Winnie had said showed that he disliked them very much.

But in front of me, he looked like he loved me.

Which one is the real Charlie?

Winnie's expression changed and she laughed, but her smile was a little forced.

After returning to the office, Charlie asked me where I had gone and what I had done.

He didn't look at Winnie the whole time.

She blushed and looked at him sadly.

After Charlie discovered it, he drove her out coldly.

Winnie stomped her feet in dissatisfaction, but she did not dare to say anything in the end.

As soon as she left, my face darkened a little.

His ears were still on my belly, and he looked like a good father.

I suddenly felt a little sick. I pushed him away and ran to the bathroom in the office.

After vomiting for a long time, I didn't spit out anything.

I poured water on my face. When I looked up, I saw a pair of couple cups on the sink.

I haven't been to the company since I got pregnant. I've already cleaned up my things, and this cup and toothbrush are not mine.

It was not mine, so it could only be someone else's.

I stared at the pink cup. How long had she been with Charlie?

Did the company know about their relationship?

Did she sleep in his office during her lunch break?

But he was still applying oil for me last night.

I seemed to have gone crazy. On the one hand, I remembered his kindness, and on the other hand, I told myself that he had cheated me.

When he came over, I was holding the pink cup in my hand.

His expression changed and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

I turned to look at him, my eyes cold.

"Whose is this?"

My voice was hoarse and slightly trembling.