Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
Is all of this just an illusion?
Arriving at an unoccupied bench, she plopped onto it and closed her eyes while letting her tears drift down her face. She had never put so much effort into liking a man, and she would even imagine their future together before falling asleep at night. Yet, all of that was now crumbled into hopeless fragments.
Just like her heart, it was shattered into pieces.
Once again, Bonnie’s words rang in her head. “Men always prefer novelty. Once his interest in you has subsided, a man like Nigel will definitely get a new woman.”
To her dismay, she did not expect Bonnie’s words to be so on point. Moreover, she was so certain that he was different. The joke is on me.
Ring! Ring!
Fishing out her phone, she took a glance and noticed that it was Nigel calling. As she stared blankly at his name on the screen, she let it ring without any intention of picking it up. At last, she rose to her feet and hailed a cab home.
Back in the restaurant, Nigel thought it was blaring inside the room, so he deliberately came out with his phone to make a call. However, confusion dawned upon him as he realized that Queenie had missed his calls twice. Is her phone not with her because she’s swamped with her work? If so, I’ll call again later.
The dinner party was almost over, but since his mom was present, he was not allowed to leave early and had to wait till everyone finished their dinner before heading out together.
“Mom, I’ll drive you home,” Nigel offered.
“You don’t have to. I’ve asked Steven to send me home. How about you send Ingrid home? She needs a ride,” Brenda ordered specifically.
“Nigel, I’m sorry for the trouble.” Ingrid seized the chance.
“Mom, I’ll let Ashley come over to send her home. I have somewhere to be.” Nigel wanted to head over to the Silverstein Residence.
However, Brenda’s gaze turned serious as she warned, “Nigel, that is an order. Be good and send Ingrid home.”
Since Brenda was satisfied with Ingrid and refused to have her son avoid getting married, she was dead set on forcing him to send Ingrid home.
“Nigel, my house is not far from here,” Ingrid added shyly.
Feeling defeated, he could only nod. “Fine. I’ll send her home. You should head home early.”
When Brenda saw that Nigel had finally agreed, she turned to Ingrid. “Have a nice chat with Nigel on your way home, Ingrid!”
“I will, Mrs. Manson.” She nodded appreciatively. Of course, she knew Brenda liked her. As long as she could snatch Nigel’s heart, pleasing her future in-laws would not be an issue.
The only setback today was that Nigel did not treat her any differently, nor did he even spare her more than a few glances throughout the night. She could still tell if a man was interested in her.
Now that Ingrid had gotten into his car, she naturally would not give up a chance to brief him more about herself, such as her studies and how she planned to start her own business after graduating. She wanted him to know how hardworking and ambitious she was.
While she was at it, she also tried a series of seductive moves on him. For instance, leaning against him out of the blue or cheerfully playing with her curly hair while looking at him with her innocent eyes.
“Nigel, I heard you like racing. You’re so talented!”
“I almost lost my life doing that, so I stopped long ago,” he replied.
“Huh? Really? You should be more careful!” she reminded him in concern.
Just like Ingrid had mentioned, her home was indeed not far from the restaurant and only a twenty- minute drive away. Oh, how I wish I live further away. I could’ve chatted with him more.
“Nigel, can we exchange numbers? That way, I can always ask you if I have any questions,” she requested while looking at him with pleading eyes.
“I’m sorry, but I’m swamped with work and can’t help you much,” he rejected before getting out of the car.
While blinking her eyes, she felt her heart skipping a beat when she saw him walking over to her side. He’s such a gentleman!
However, Nigel’s action only intended for her to get out of the car sooner so she would not delay his plans to the Silverstein Residence. Under such a situation, Ingrid had no choice but to alight from the vehicle. As soon as she did, he shut the door and returned to the driver’s seat.
“Nigel, g—” Before she could finish her words, the car had already sped away, and all she saw were the disappearing taillights.
She sighed as she could not wrap her head around this situation. Am I not good enough? Why is Nigel not the slightest bit interested in me?
Meanwhile, Queenie had arrived home as she composed herself before entering the living room, where she was met by the scene of Bonnie and her mother perusing a pile of brochures.
When Bonnie saw that Queenie had returned, she deliberately called her over. “Queenie, give me a hand and choose the best house out of these. Mom and I are dizzy from all the options.”
Since Queenie was not in the mood to do anything, she shook her head and refused, “I’m tired.”
“Queenie, are you sad because I’m going to buy a new house?” Bonnie deliberately asked that question.
“I’m not sad. You can buy whichever house you like,” Queenie stated calmly.
On the other hand, Maggie also glanced at her older daughter, believing she would not be bothered about this matter. Then, she turned to Bonnie and assured her, “Queenie is just tired. Don’t be silly.”
“Mom, look at this one. This is the most expensive one of all. It costs eighty million, but it’s the one I like the most! If I live here, I’ll be neighbors with celebrities! Mom, I want this one.” Bonnie raised her voice while saying that. She knew Queenie’s house was worth fifty million, while hers would cost thirty million more than hers!
“Sure. If you like this one, we’ll get it and forget about the others,” Maggie agreed.
“Yes! Thank you, Mom. I knew you loved me the most.” After saying that, Bonnie embraced her mother in excitement.
Meanwhile, Queenie listened to their conversation while heading upstairs and swallowing all the inner thoughts that filled her heart. Back then, she would share her feelings with her mom, but now that Bonnie had returned, her relationship with her mom seemed to have suddenly distanced.
She did not dare to tell her mom about things that upset her because she was afraid that Bonnie would find out about it and add salt to her injuries.
After heading upstairs, Queenie took a bath and changed into a pair of comfortable pajamas, but just when she was about to go to bed, she heard the familiar roar of a sports car’s engine through the balcony. It was a tranquil night, so she was certain that she did not mishear it. That’s Nigel. Is he here?
On the other hand, Bonnie also heard the sound of the engine and felt her heart skip a beat. Is Nigel here? Then, she quickly faced her mom. “Mom, why is Nigel coming for a visit at such a late hour? It’s not appropriate, is it? They haven’t even gotten engaged, nor has he proposed, so why would he come here now?”
She deliberately led Maggie to some negative ideas, which were already in Maggie’s head. It’s already 9.00PM, so it’s kind of inappropriate for him to come over now.
Suddenly, the doorbell rang. Just as Maggie was about to get up, she heard Queenie hollering from the second-floor railing, “Mom, tell him I’m not home. I’m tired, so I don’t feel like meeting him.”
Maggie was taken aback. What’s the matter? Is Queenie not talking to Nigel? Did they get into a fight?
As soon as Bonnie heard that, she instantly sprang from the couch. “Mom, I’ll accompany you to the door. Don’t worry, Queenie! We won’t let Young Master Nigel through the door.”
Meanwhile, Queenie chose to turn a deaf ear. Whatever! She was feeling extremely frustrated tonight anyway.