Always Been Yours (Tessa and Nicholas)

Chapter 12 Too Many Coincidences for Comfort

“Yes, sir!” The bodyguards immediately moved in synchronization as they dragged Sophia and Lauren like the women were two burlap sacks of potatoes. Upon reaching the entrance, they unceremoniously threw them out the doors.

The members of the orchestra who had gathered around to watch this were stunned speechless, and a stifling hush followed Nicholas’ ruthless and unforgiving gesture.

Tessa, too, took a while to recover from the initial shock of it all, and she didn’t snap out of her daze until Nicholas spoke again.

“Greg, are you hurt?” Nicholas drew closer to Gregory, a warm, fatherly concern filling his dark orbs. He looked entirely different from the intimidating and domineering president he had been moments ago.

“I’m fine, Daddy,” Gregory answered with a gentle nod of his little head.

When everyone heard this, they let out a collective sigh of relief.

Knowing that she was the cause of this fiasco, Tessa stepped forward with her shoulders squared and said apologetically, “I’m terribly sorry, President Sawyer. Those two were after me, but Gregory nearly got hurt in the midst of the chaos. This is all my fault!”

When Nicholas heard this, he gave her a brief, frosty look, then retracted his gaze as he replied stoically, “Yes, this all happened because of you, but since somebody else has been punished for it, I’ll let you off the hook.” He paused, then added in the same frigid tone, “It’s almost time for lunch anyway. I’ll bring Gregory home after we dine at the restaurant. Come along.”

With that, he deftly picked Gregory up into his arms and headed for the doors.

As Gregory leaned against the curve of Nicholas’ broad shoulder, his mind began to race. He was desperate to come up with a plan to stay by Tessa’s side for the rest of the day.

Tessa, on the other hand, dared not dawdle as she straightened her clothes and followed Nicholas out of the building.

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most exclusive private restaurants in the industry, the head chef manning the kitchen was as good as any Michelin-star chef, and he had once been involved in the food preparation for a national banquet. Members of the upper-crust society and famous icons

to step foot into a place like this. It was only because of Nicholas and his powerful

pressure that came along with such fine food was insurmountable and suffocating. Tessa sat stiffly in her seat, unsure if breathing was something she could afford to

overtly impassive. He ordered a few dishes, and when

something simple for herself, but when she saw the prices on the menu, her eyes nearly

She stared at the numbers incredulously. Broccoli stir-fry that comes with a

small order and picked out the cheapest fruit juice there was, then shakily handed the menu back to the waiter. “Thank you.” She managed to thank

and all of them looked as delicious as they smelled. They were arranged neatly at the center of the dining table, so aesthetically

the dishes, she noted with no small amount of surprise

point, the dishes before her would at least fetch

to herself, These rich folks sure

thoughts. “Lunch will

flashed him a gentle smile

dig in, but she hardly ate anything at

sight of this, Gregory asked worriedly, “Why aren’t you eating, Miss Pretty Lady?

her inquisitively when he heard this and pressed, “What is it? Does the food not agree with your palate, Miss

it’s not that. Everything’s delicious,” Tessa said hastily, then promptly shoveled a few spoonfuls of food onto her

and the three of them

he did help Gregory load up his plate every once in a