Love You Enough to Leave You

Don’t let your imagination run wild. You’ll become a laughingstock.” Jennifer nodded. The smile remained frozen on her face, but her eyes were menacing. At that moment, Tiffany had dragged Amelia into the lift. Due to the odd hour, the entrance of the hospital appeared entirely desolate. The crisp morning air was chilly. Tiffany rubbed her hands together, and asked, “Babe, are you cold?” Amelia shook her head. “I’m fine.” Tiffany tugged at Amelia’s sleeve. “Babe, it’s been a real rollercoaster of a night and I’ve gotten a little hungry. Shall we get supper? It won’t hurt to fill our stomachs with something warm.” Amelia nodded. Tiffany drove Amelia to a nearby diner. Before they got off, Tiffany turned to Amelia and queried, “You wouldn’t mind eating here, would you?”

Bemused, Amelia replied, “Tiff, do you really see me as an uppity princess now? Don’t forget that I went through hard times on my own before I married Oscar! We used to eat at small, homely diners like these together. Don’t you remember?” Tiffany beamed. “I was just worried that after so long, you might have gotten too used to the taste of fine dining.” Amelia detached her seatbelt. “Let’s go, then.” Tiffany followed suit, the two of them entering the diner. Even though it was past midnight, the diner was packed. There were all sorts of characters, but somehow the presence of Tiffany and Amelia managed to draw all eyes to them nonetheless. They couldn’t help it. Both Amelia and Tiffany were gorgeous creatures.

Even though Amelia was seven months pregnant, her features remained as lovely as ever. Her figure wasn’t as alluring as it used to be, but she remained an intriguing sight all the same. Tiffany didn’t lag behind in her look but forged ahead with her sense of style and fashionable clothing. With their combined beauty and sophisticated air, Amelia and Tiffany immediately became the center of attraction. Tiffany glanced around. Then, she called to the owner, “Are there still any tables available?” The lady owner was already heartily striding towards Amelia and Tiffany, bustling, “Sure, let me get you a table.

Please feel free to order as much as you want. It’s our privilege to have you two beauties at our humble diner.” Tiffany laughed. “Madam, you’re too kind.” The lady owner then ushered them towards a table. “Please feel free to place your orders whenever you’re ready. I see that this beautiful lady here’s pregnant. Shall I whip up something off-menu and more nutritious for you?” Tiffany replied on Amelia’s behalf. “Sure, we’ll have two of that then.” They then sat down as the owner hurried away to prepare their food. The gaze of the other patrons, however, still lingered curiously on Amelia and Tiffany. A burly man sitting at the table beside them turned and said, “Ladies, what brings you here instead of sleeping soundly at home?”

stop her. She was terrified that Tiffany would run her mouth and get them into trouble. She believed that people who were still lurking around at this hour tended to be troublemakers. They might interpret Tiffany’s reply to them as flirtatious and force themselves on her. By then, it would be almost impossible for Amelia and Tiffany to defend themselves. Tiffany felt the urgency of Amelia’s gesture but pursued

I address you, then? Where’s your security firm located? How big is it? Do you have many people working under you?” In reply, the man took out a few business cards and handed

think I’ll ever require a bodyguard. Thank you for the suggestion, though.” Tiffany shot Amelia a slightly reproachful look, then replied the man, laughing, “I’m pretty curious about your security firm! What are the services you offer?” “Besides employing security guards and bodyguards, we’ve branched out

“Of course. We’re in customer service, and we emphasize honesty regardless of who our customer is. Our bodyguards have all been through professional training and are well-trained in kickboxing, combat, and other areas in martial arts. We’ll fulfill any request you have, as long as it’s within our means.” Tiffany laughed. “I’m interested in what I’ve heard so far. Why don’t we head over to your firm tomorrow to take a look?” “Sure,” the man said amenably. “How should I address you, then, mister?” Tiffany asked again.

already taken, so don’t bother.” “What about you?” he replied, fixing his gaze on Tiffany. Tiffany wagged her finger. “I’m sorry. I’m attached as well. It looks like all our relationship is destined to remain strictly professional, Mr. Laird.” “That’s fine. At least I’ve acquired two beautiful ladies as

can call me that too,” Gary declared. For such an imposing man, he’d turned out to be rather breezy in his manner. Noting that, Tiffany had decided to make friends with him. “I’ll call you Gary, then. You seem like an extremely frank person, and that’s exactly that type of personality I appreciate. Let’s be

really alright?” Amelia asked. Tiffany nodded. “Gary, sorry you have to see me make a