Filed To Story: Finding the Secret Daddy for My Baby Novel
“We’re fine,” Willow replied while taking Shirley’s hand and walking away.
The two men gawked as they watched the bodyguards escort the women and realized they weren’t qualified to get to know them.
Moreover, they noticed a row of bodyguards outside the restaurant’s door disappearing as the women left.
In an instant, the two men were drenched in cold sweat. Just what kind of background did these women have?
After parting ways, Shirley received a call from Zacharias, who asked her to wait for him at the White House. He was in a meeting and would like to return home with her in the evening.
Shirley had the bodyguards escort her to the White House. After strict inspections, her car stopped at the entrance. Shirley got out of the car. She was ready to go inside and wait for a while.
Suddenly, she heard a car pulling into the adjacent parking spot. She couldn’t help but look up, and when she saw a familiar figure, she froze for a few seconds.
It was Cole!
She was incredibly surprised. Was Cole working here again?
Cole also spotted her and exclaimed, “Shirley, it’s really you.” He hadn’t expected to see her here either.
“Cole, what a coincidence.” Shirley greeted him with a smile.
“It’s been a while. I heard you’re getting married. Congratulations,” Cole said with a composed demeanor. As a former special agent, his actions were as sharp and concise as his personality.
“Thank you. Are you working here again?” Shirley asked. “I’m just here for a meeting; I’ll leave in three days,” he replied. He had come to accept a mission.
Shirley smiled. She had once harbored feelings for Cole. It was a naive fondness, but now she realized time had transformed those emotions into friendship.
She was not coy. She faced everything straightforwardly. Even when encountering Cole, she hoped for a sincere conversation and greeting.
At the entrance of the White House, a figure in a suit descended slowly. His pupils slightly widened for a few seconds when he saw the pair chatting in the parking lot.
Why was Cole here?
And why was Shirley talking with him?
The only man who could make Zacharias jealous was probably Cole!
Cole was pressed for time. After glancing at his watch, he said to Shirley, “Shirley, congratulations again. I wish you happiness.” Shirley pursed her lips and accepted his wishes. “Thank you. I wish you success in your work as well.” As Cole turned away, he felt a strong sense of oppression emanating from the man nearby instantly. His heart tightened slightly as he went to greet Zacharias.
“Mr. Flintstone.” “Hello.” Zacharias smiled and nodded gracefully.
Cole nodded back and then headed toward the entrance of the White House.
Shirley just realized Zacharias was there. Her gaze met his, and as he approached, she noticed that he seemed a bit jealous as he narrowed his eyes.
She reached out and embraced his waist. “Are you jealous?” Zacharias was restraining himself. He held her waist firmly and insisted, “Not at all. I know that you love me.” Shirley chuckled. “Mm! Being able to look at things from a different perspective is a good habit.” “Of course. I’ve always been someone who looks at things from a third-party perspective,” Zacharias said. It was his approach that made him calm and rational.
Although he claimed not to be jealous, his hand on her waist proved otherwise.
When the bodyguards approached to open the car door, he said, “Enter in ten minutes.” The bodyguard understood immediately. Shirley widened her beautiful eyes as she was pushed into the car by the man. She had underestimated his jealousy.
As soon as the man got into the car, he leaned in for a kiss, as if he was trying to claim something. She was left feeling weak in his arms, and it took her a while to regain her senses.
It seemed that Zacharias’ jealousy was indeed substantial!
After the kiss, Zacharias didn’t seem to be that jealous anymore. Resting his forehead against hers, he gave her another peck on the lips and said, “Let’s go home!” Throughout the journey, Shirley felt embarrassed and pretended to sleep in his embrace. The bodyguard was well aware of what had happened in the car.
Back at the Flintstone Residence, he carried her bag while she walked in casually. Then, he hung up her bag and his suit.
“I’ve asked the housekeeper not to come tonight. We’ll make dinner ourselves.” Shirley agreed. “Sounds good!” Sometimes, enjoying each other’s company in their own world was more comfortable than being served by others.
“Why did Cole come?” Zacharias couldn’t help but ask.
“He seems to be here to accept a mission, but I didn’t ask for specifics,” Shirley replied before reaching out to hug his neck. “Mr. Flintstone, you’re not still jealous, are you?” “What do you think?” He countered while recalling how this girl had once pursued Cole. It made him feel uneasy.
Shirley smiled and coaxed him. “What should I do so you won’t be jealous then?” “You’ll be on top tonight,” Zacharias stated his demand.
She huffed in annoyance while pounding his chest lightly. “You’re so annoying!” He held her hand while looking at her charmingly irritated expression. He pulled her closer before planting a kiss. “Consider it a way to coax me.” “But I’m hungry!” Shirley blushed slightly.
“All right. I’ll cook for you right away. Wait for me.” Zacharias chuckled and kissed her forehead before rolling up his sleeves and heading to the kitchen.
Shirley watched his sturdy and tall figure and felt a surge of sweet happiness in her heart. Perhaps this was the attraction and appreciation they held for each other. Inside the presidential suite of the Manson Hotel.
Ezekiel had just finished a video conference. He reached for a bottle of red wine, and his thoughts drifted to the girl from last night when he saw the bottle.
If he recalled correctly, the man from last night had called her Harmony Mayo.
He poured himself a glass of wine. His life revolved around work and indulgence. It was simple yet structured.
He picked up his tablet and casually entered the name “Harmony Mayo” in the search bar. The search engine immediately suggested a name-Harmony Mayo.
Due to Harmony’s current popularity as an artist, her name was the first recommendation in the search bar. Ezekiel clicked on the name and soon found numerous photos of her, along with a brief biography.
He finished reading her profile with interest and then noticed her latest movie.
He picked up the remote control and used voice search to find her film.
An Asian spy film appeared. Ezekiel wasn’t a movie person; anything created by others lacked appeal to him. Moreover, he owned an international film and television production company; his interest lay in investment and not appreciation.
His slender fingers were propped against his chin, and his gaze was fixed on the screen. The girl who appeared in the first shot was graceful and alluring in the dim light. Her hips were swaying, and there was a smile on her lips. Her radiance captivated his heart instantly.
He hadn’t expected her to be young yet with such decent acting skills. She portrayed the demeanor of a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl from Asia so perfectly.
Ezekiel continued to watch the movie. When he saw a scene where a lecherous old man was leering at her, his pupils involuntarily narrowed.
It felt like he was suddenly immersed in the film. He was genuinely worried that something might happen to this girl.
This was Harmony’s new movie, where she played a secret agent. Her acting skills were exceptional, and she captivated the hearts of her fans with every the movie a hit and her even more popular.