Filed to story: Mia Bowen and Timothy Barrett Novel
She was going to hail a cab, but the peak hours rendered it difficult.
On the verge of crying, she mustered the courage to call Timothy. He picked up the call in a heartbeat.
She preempted him, “Any rooms for negotiation, Mr. Barrett?”
“What is it,” prompted Timothy in a low voice from the other side of the line.
Mia let out a wry cough. “I’m still trying to hall a cab at college. I might be late for more than an hour. Could you wait for me, please?”
Timothy checked his wristwatch, a smile adorned his lips. But he used an impatient voice nevertheless, “Mia Bowen, how could you be late for our appointment? Are you doing this on purpose?”
“It is definitely not on purpose. Not a push¨Cand¨Cpull trick either. I’m serious about the divorce. I swear!”
The smile on his face vanished when he heard that. She seriously knew what to say at the bad timing.
He coldly said, “You said to meet up at 9:00 am, and you want me to wait for you in the end? Do you know how busy I am every day, Mia Bowen? Do you know how much I earn per hour? Can you
I pay me?”
His counter caught her off guard. “How much? I can transfer you the money.”
“I’m not going to wait. Be on time.” He hung up the call.
Anxious, Mia called Timothy again but he didn’t pick it up.
Left with no choice, she texted him, “I got a cab. I’m already on my way there. Just wait me for a little. I won’t take up much of your time.”
Her message made his mood better.
There was no way he would wait for her.
At that moment, Heath came over with a document cautiously. “Mr. Barrett, your flight will take off in less than an hour. If we don’t leave right now, we won’t be able to arrive on time.”
“Let’s go.” Timothy nodded. His steps were light and steady as she walked out of the office.
Judging from the smile on his face, he seemed to be in a good mood.
Heath had a vague guess about the situation.
Ever since Mia got out of the car yesterday. Timothy had been in a bad mood. Heath actually expected a havoc day. After all, it was the day Timothy was going to divorce with Mia.
Yet. Timothy had been burying himself in work. Who would’ve known that he wouldn’t go to the courthouse at all?
Heath overheard the phone call that Mia was going to be late.
But Timothy didn’t tell her that he himself wouldn’t go to the courthouse at all.
It was as it a wollt playing games with an innocent sheep.
On the other hand, Mia headed to the courthouse by cab. When she arrived, there was no sight of
Timothy at all.
She went to the car park, but the result was the same¨Chis car wasn’t there.
Where was he?
Mia pulled her phone out to reach out to him.
“The number you’re calling is unreachable. Please try later…” His phone was turned off.
Mia w was dumbfounded, wondering if he still remembered it was the day they would proceed with the divorce.
She had explained her stance over the phone. How could he possibly just leave?
In fact, the person who wished to get rid of her and divorce her was Timothy all along.
He already waited for three years, but he couldn’t wait for an hour. Mia couldn’t understand him at all
She stayed for another half an hour outside the courthouse like a fool. She couldn’t reach him through the phone either.
Angry, she texted him, “Timothy Barrett, what’s the meaning of this? Don’t you want a divorce? Perhaps you have felt guilty recently and fallen for me? That’s why you don’t want the divorce to happen?”
She bombarded him with questions. The message alone might be enough to annoy someone as prideful as him.
That way, he would explain the reason for standing her up.
Just as Mia put her phone down, she suddenly received an article link from Gina.
“It Is Officiall Mia Bowen, the Famous Designer, Is Dating the Entrepeneur School Hunk.”
Mia’s eyes widened at the title. What was that?
She clicked on the link. There was a picture of Felix kneeling on one knee in the field of flowers and scented candles as she hung her head low as if she were shy.
She could feel her blood pressure rise as soon as she saw that.
Most importantly, the article stretched out a story of how they had known each other since before and had shared the same feelings. And how she rejected an offer from a big company to join his studio.
It all sounded like a fairy tale.
Mia was utterly disgusted.
She called Gina right away. “Who posted this article on the campus group? It’s a bunch of nonsense! I never liked Felix! He wasn’t the reason I rejected the offer from that big company.”
She did that to reject Timothy!
“Mia, I know. That’s why I sent it to you. We better resolve this issue before things get out of hand. I’ll help ask the Journalism Department who the culprit is.”
“Okay. I’ll straighten things up with Felix.” She hung up the call and dialed Felix’s number.
He picked it up within seconds. “Mia, is there anything I can help you with?”
“Felix, where are you now?”
“At the studio.”
“I’m on my way. I have something to talk to you about.” She then took a cab to the studio.
In the car, she observed how quickly the article trended. They were simply outsiders, who knew nothing, sending congratulatory messages.
Who did this? Was it Felix?
Mia opened a zip file on her phone, her screen filled with lines of codes. She hacked into the campus website to search for the culprit’s IP address.
Mobile phones weren’t as convenient as laptops. It took her more time than usual.
Once she arrived at Oak Streets, the analysis was complete. The IP address was Oak Streets!
Her eyes turned icy. It was indeed Felix’s doing!
He was such a hard nut to crack. Did she not explain herself well? Or was it because he had hearing problems that he couldn’t hear her clearly?
As she entered the studio, confetti exploded from both sides, surprising her.
Her head snapped upward at the confetti flying in the air. Felix was standing at the end of the line, hugging a huge bouquet of red roses.
At that moment, Mia figured that red roses could forever be on her hate list.
Her colleagues began squealing.
Felix approached her with a smile. “Someone interrupted my confession yesterday, but I’m sure everything’s going to go smoothly today.
“Mia, I genuinely like you. I hesitated a lot, but I finally realized my feelings in the end. I don’t want to hide my feelings anymore.”
As red roses filled her vision, she took a deep breath. “Felix, I’ve said it clearly yesterday. I don’t like you.”
“Stop denying it, Mia. You’re a divorced woman, but it doesn’t bother me at all. You don’t have to be beaten up by it. After all, it’s not like I care!”
Mia almost lost it and burst into strings of vulgar words.
Having lived for so many years, Mia never knew a person could be this narcissistic!
She inhaled a deep breath and gave Felix a serious look. “I’m never bothered by the fact that I’m a divorced woman. You’re overthinking, Felix.”
Why didn’t she realize he was a character of extreme self¨Clove?
“Great! I’m happy that you think it that way. Take this. I bought them for you.” He shoved the bouquet at her, confident that she would accept it.
Mia stared at the flowers, not sure if she should curse at him right now.
At the moment, the colleagues were at it again. “Say ¡®yes¡®! Say ¡®yes¡®!”
With everything bottled up inside her, her patience had reached its limit. Although it might offend him, she might as well be straightforward about it.