Chapter 6

Having said that, she lost consciousness. Once she opened her eyes, she found herself in an unfamiliar room with a man lying next to her. The scattered clothes were enough to tell what had happened last night.

Feeling her parching throat, she quelled the sorrow by comforting herself. At least this man is a thousand times better than that swine.

Recalling the incident that had transpired last night, Leanna was worried about Louis. She hastily wore her clothes to take her leave first. Just as she was about to depart, the man on the bed suddenly frowned due to the noise. Covering the blanket atop him, she patted the fabric lightly and cooed, "Shh… It's alright. Just go to sleep."

After lulling him to sleep as if he was a child, she made herself scarce. It was fortunate that the house was empty when the creditor had found their way to their doorstep; Louis was not home at that time as he went out to search for her.

Leanna gave him a call to assure him about her safety as well as to inform him to stay at his friend's place for the time being. Since it was best for them to stay under the radar for now, she had gone to Zoe's place as well.

After hiding for two months, Leanna found out that she was pregnant.

It was 4.00AM when Leanna woke up. After drinking a glass of water, she began binge watching the latest dramas and movies regarding first love in the living room, attempting to reacquaint herself with the feeling of the first dawn of love that had struck upon her.

On the third day of cooping in her room, an inspiration fleeted across her mind. Before she could even start drawing it, her phone rang; it was an unknown number.

She laid down the pencil and answered the call. "Hello. Who is this?"

The unknown person took a long pause. "Madam, I'm Jonathan Stoll, President Pearson's secretary. He will be going on a business trip to Archenland. Do you know where his blue striped shirt is?"

Leanna was vexed to have someone interrupt her at such a 'lightbulb' moment, let alone for this kind of trivial matter. Suspecting that Aidan was doing it on purpose, she snapped, "Is he crazy? We're already divorced, so what does it have to do with me? Ask the nanny."

With that being said, she terminated the call without a second thought. Yet, her phone rang again after a couple of minutes. Looking at the name 'Aidan' on the screen, she pondered momentarily before answering the phone.

"Leanna McKinney, get back here in half an hour."

"I—" He ended the call before she could even finish her words.

Holding the phone, Leanna was cursing him in her head out of rage. She then took a deep breath to regain her composure before leaving the room.

"Leanna, where are you going

to strangle that

nothing more than empty words; Leanna knew that she

time she arrived at Castor Villa, the place was engulfed by silence as the maids had

while leafing through some documents. Even

find the shirt that Jonathan had previously mentioned.

Aidan before he went on a business trip to Alcay in the first year of their marriage. It was

is he calling me back to search for the thing that he

had been on the phone all the while. His voice was so calm while he completely ignored her presence as if

that it was not the right time to do

had left the room that Aidan finally lifted his head to look at her back figure. Since he did not expect her to leave that soon, he said on the

the staircase while looking at her with

"It's on your bed."

"What about the other?"

not understand. "What do you

displeasure. "I'm going for a week. Do

of packing his luggage for his upcoming

imagine that her dutiful side had done nothing good

to repeat this once more. We're divorced. So, I'm not obliged to look for your clothes or pack the luggage for you. Please ask your maids or your future wife to

me to remind you about this as well—that we haven't signed the papers yet. So, you're the only one who can do this as my

her lips. "Is

me

so much,

snatched her phone as his face darkened. "Leanna McKinney, you've taken too much

your words, President Pearson. I have

around, McKinney. Quit

Pearson, I believe I've told you that I want the Pearson Group. Are you going to give

"Impossible."

divorce, then. I don't

pocket. "I'm starting to get annoyed at

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