I splashed water on my face, rinsed my mouth, and looked up to see Jaxton's face in the mirror.
His face was incredibly handsome.
I choked on my saliva, coughing violently.
Jaxton furrowed his brow, watching me cough for almost a minute without moving.
I composed myself, wiped my hands with a tissue, and swiftly walked past him.
He grabbed my wrist, pulling me into his embrace with force.
The familiar scent of fresh aftershave mixed with tobacco filled my senses.
I took a step back in a hurry, saying, "Mr. Munoz, I have a meeting to attend."
Jaxton squinted at me, his gaze lingering on my stomach.
Every nerve in my body tensed up, and my toes curled.
"Uncomfortable?"
I squeezed my palms, forcing a smile. "Had a bit too much to drink with colleagues yesterday."
His gaze was unwavering. I could feel sweat forming on my forehead.
After a while, he asked again, "Have you seen a doctor?"
"I'll see one after the meeting."
Then, Jaxton glanced at me before finally walking away.
I wiped the sweat off my forehead and took a deep breath in relief.
I thought to myself, "Even though we're divorced and have no ties, hiding a pregnancy for long is just not sustainable.
Jaxton is not just sharp but eagle-eyed.
I don't think I can stick around in this company anymore."
Without returning to the meeting room, I swiftly typed a resignation letter.
After a hasty pack-up of my belongings in the office, I made a beeline for the company's entrance.
With a honk, a sleek black car pulled up beside me.
I quickly stepped aside to make way.
The window rolled down, revealing Jaxton's face.
I was taken aback, thinking, "Is the meeting already over?
Or did my resignation not go through? What new twist is this?"
"Get in," Jaxton stated bluntly.
"No need, Mr. Munoz, I..."
I started to refuse, but he swiftly clicked the door open.
I hesitated, but with his car arrogantly blocking the traffic, I gritted my teeth and hopped into the passenger seat.
His flawlessly chiseled face entered my line of sight, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering around me.
My face started to flush, memories of that fiery night post-divorce flooding my mind.
I turned my head to look out the window, trying to distract myself.
His charm was overpowering.
It had been three months since our divorce, yet here I was, entertaining foolish thoughts.
As the car pulled into the parking lot, I caught sight of the gleaming sign of Central Hospital.