Seeing me, she asked hostilely, "Miss Hawk, what are you doing here?"

Troy was not here, and she didn't even bother to pretend anymore.

"It is okay. I don't want to pretend too."

I smiled at her and said, "This is my Honey's company. Of course, I'm here to deliver a loving lunch to my Honey."

Monica stepped closer to me angrily.

"Miss Hawk, haven't you caused enough trouble for Troy? Why did you come to pester him even after the divorce?"

My heart ached.

"Did I cause Troy to suffer so much?"

"But I don't remember anything."

To pretend to be calm, I retorted, "Miss Keith, my Honey and I haven't divorced yet."

"If it weren't for you pretending to have a car accident one moment and then standing him up the next, you two would have divorced long ago. You are shamelessly dragging it out."

"That's probably because I don't want to divorce him at all."

I raised my chin at her and said, "Miss Keith, whether I divorce my Honey or not is my own business. It's none of your business."

"You..."

"I advise you to mind your own business and stay away from my Honey."

Monica's face distorted as if she wanted to kill me with her eyes full of resentment.

But soon she relaxed, and the resentment in her eyes was drowned in tears.

She choked and said to me, "Miss Hawk, you are with Joe, and you aborted the child in your belly. You don't love Troy anymore. So, please. Let Troy be with me, okay? I will love him and cherish him."

While Monica was saying so, I saw Troy's figure through the reflective glass door.

I didn't expect Monica to act like a pretentious woman, just like she had done back then in school.

I would discourage her.

I deliberately imitated her and pretended to cry, saying, "Miss Keith, I beg you not to snatch my Honey. I will love him and cherish him more than you."

Monica was speechless.

She couldn't have imagined that I would do this. For a moment, she couldn't act anymore.

But in the next second, someone pulled me around with great force.

Troy looked at me with his eyes burning with anger, saying, "Jessa, what do you want to do?"

"Honey." I pretended not to sense his anger. Smiling sweetly at him, I held the thermos in front of him.

"Honey, look. I made lunch for you. It is all your favorite food."

Troy snatched the thermos and threw it into the trash can next to him. Then he pulled me towards the office.

"Bang!" The door was closed. He pushed me hard against the door.

"Honey, you hurt me..."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes. I was half acting and half speaking truly.

The man in front of me was handsome and eye-catching. He, who had an excellent body figure, was extremely pleasing to the eye, but there was a burst of chill all over his body.

At this time, admittedly, I was afraid of him. But to win him back, I had to force myself to put my hands on his neck.

Pouting and acting like a spoiled child, I said, "Troy, I'm sorry. Can you forgive me?"

Troy finally spoke aloofly.

"Do you still love me? Show me with your actions. Let me see how much you love me."

He pinched my chin with his slender fingers, sneering. Then he said, "Jessa, you may have forgotten that since Joe came back, you don't even want to sleep with me anymore. Do you still have the guts to say you love me? Aren't you afraid that Joe will be jealous when he finds out that you are hugging me like this..."

Before he finished speaking, I tiptoed and kissed his lips.

The gentle touch and the unique smell were all my favorites!

I knew that no matter what I said now, it would be useless. I could only prove my love for him with my actions.

And Troy, just like before, fell for me with just a slight touch from me.

After his body stiffened for a moment, he became like a fierce beast. Lowering his head and fiercely kissing me, he, who was passive, became the active one.

He kissed me as passionately and intensely as when we were in love. He wanted to swallow me whole.

I could feel that he still loved me.

No matter how aloof and harsh he was to me, he still loved me.

I was ecstatic, holding onto his neck with one hand and pulling at the buttons on his shirt with the other. I was planning to have a long-awaited reunion with him.

Maybe I was too eager. Troy came to his senses instead.

He suddenly let go of me and pulled me off him.

I almost fell to the ground. Looking at him confusedly, I asked, "Troy, what's wrong with you?"

He pushed me away and said in a low voice, "Miss Hawk, what makes you think I would want a woman who cheats?"

I was enlightened.

It turned out he cared about me and Joe.

"It is because you love me." I pretended to look innocent and said to him, "Troy, you said that no matter what I do wrong in this lifetime, you will forgive me."

"Except for this."

As he buttoned his shirt, he said indifferently, "Please leave!"

"Troy, I'm not leaving!"

I planned to stay here shamelessly, but Troy walked to the desk and made a call to instruct, "Call the security to escort the guest out."

I was stunned.

"He wanted to forcefully drive me out?"

"When did he become so heartless?"

Soon, Monica came in with two security guards.

She glanced at me with disdain and said to the security guards, "What are you waiting for? Drag Miss Hawk out."

The security guards knew my relationship with Troy. After looking at Troy several times and seeing that he had no objection, they walked towards me.

"Miss Hawk, please come with us."

I looked at Troy, but he picked up a folder on the table and talked about work with Monica.

The security guards started pulling my arm.

I never thought that Troy would kick me out like garbage.

Then I thought of Daisy's words.

At the thought of my relationship with Joe, I didn't hate Troy at all.

I was dragged out by the security guards, struggling and shouting Troy's name. Troy seemed to ignore my calls and talked to Monica about work.

Through the slowly closing door, Monica raised the corner of her eye at me triumphantly.

"Damn it!"

"How dare this calculative woman provoke me?"

In a moment of desperation, I shouted to the office, "Honey! I'm pregnant!"

My move indeed worked.

The slowly closing door suddenly opened.

Troy took a few quick steps towards me, pinched my chin angrily, and said, "Jessa, do you dare say it again?"

At that moment, I fell to the ground due to struggling too much. As he pinched me on the chin, I looked somewhat embarrassed.

Monica, who followed Troy out, deliberately said before I could say anything, "Troy, Miss Hawk said she was pregnant with Joe's child."

I was rendered speechless.

"What a pretentious woman."

I ignored her and looked at Troy in his eyes, repeating gently, "I... I'm pregnant."

"Are you deliberately showing off to me?"

"No..."

I shook my head, saying, "Troy, I will only bear children for you in this lifetime."

Troy's lips twitched. Looking at me more aloofly, he said, "Are you pregnant with my child? Go get a test, and we'll know."

After saying that, he pulled me up from the ground and walked towards the gate.

I looked at his profile face, but I didn't struggle. Instead, I tried my best to keep up with his pace.

As long as he didn't kick me out of the company, as long as I could still stay with him and have a chance to repent, it didn't matter even if he would take me to the hospital for a check-up.

On the way, I acted like a drama queen, crying and begging for his forgiveness. I smeared tears and snot on his shoulder.

I could feel that he was annoyed, but more than that, he was helpless.

A doctor held a blood test report and looked at me meaningfully, saying, "Miss Hawk is not pregnant."

Troy looked at me indifferently.

I lowered my head, pretending to be innocent and saying, "I said I would be pregnant next month, not now."

Troy habitually pinched my chin and asked, "Is this interesting?"

"No." I shook my head, adding, "But if I don't do this, you will kick me out of the company, right?"

...

"Troy, don't worry. Give me a month, and I will soon get pregnant."

Troy, who had been indifferent, had a hint of being moved on his face. He seemed to have no way to deal with me.

I knew that he couldn't resist my teasing, whether it was on the bed or under the bed.

...

Just when I was feeling proud of myself, the doctor next to me suddenly interjected, "Can you two have some awareness of what is stomach cancer? She is about to lose her life, and you're still thinking about having a child?"

I didn't understand his words for a moment. I looked at the doctor in confusion.

Troy was the first to ask, "What is it? Stomach cancer?"