Having said that, Jennifer looked at Amelia’s belly subconsciously. “Are you perhaps pregnant, Ms. Winters? It looks like you are.”

Amelia’s expression stiffened a little. Then smiling, she said, “It’s just that I’ve been overindulging myself recently and have gained some weight.”

Jennifer grinned. “I’m sorry. But from the look of your belly, it seems that you’re pregnant.”

Amelia replied, “What keen eyes you have, Ms. Larson. I’ve tried to disguise it with loose-fitting clothes, but I didn’t expect you to notice it.”

Jennifer grinned.

Amelia added, “Carter, Ms. Larson is your friend anyway. You should send her home first. I will take a walk alone.”

Carter wanted to take her hand, but he put his hand down on second thought. “Let me take you home, Amelia. You’re all wet.”

Amelia noticed the other lady’s unpleasant expression, but she nodded and said, “Let’s go.”

Carter could not hide his grin and his mood seemed to have brightened a little.

Upon arrival at the neighborhood where she lived, Amelia opened the car door and said, “Thanks for the ride, Carter.”

Carter quickly unfastened his seat belt, got out of the car, and said, “Amelia, wait up.”

Amelia paused in her track, then turned her head to glance at Carter who was walking toward her. “Carter, what’s the matter?”

Carter took off his suit jacket. “Put this on. Be careful not to catch a cold. Call me if anything happens.”

Amelia wanted to take off the suit, but Carter grabbed her hand and insisted, “Amelia, put it on.”

“You should leave your suit for your lady. Save the courtesy toward my wife, please.” Oscar’s voice was heard from afar. Amelia traced the voice and discovered the former leaning against the car.

Amelia’s eyes twinkled. She took off Carter’s suit and gave it back to him, saying, “It’s getting late, Carter. You should go and send Ms. Larson back.”

Carter nodded and returned to his car.

“Just a second, Mr. Scott. I am not finished,” Oscar piped up.

“How may I help you,

so you need not worry about her. She only treats you as a friend. You wouldn’t want our marriage

smirked and said, “If only you were more concerned about your

said. “Oh, by the way, I think you’re a perfect match with the

wanted to respond, but Amelia stepped forth and interrupted, “Just go on your way now, Carter. I appreciate what you’ve done

then went around the car to the driver’s seat and revved up the engine before driving out of the neighborhood. Jennifer, who was sitting in the passenger seat, chuckled and said, “I didn’t expect

know each other very well, Ms. Larson. Maybe you should mind your own business. Amelia and I are both

perfect-looking guy in this country? And since my parents have been

in women is too bad. You shouldn’t have fallen

directly on

few vehicles were passing by. She then pointed at herself and

Carter nodded without emotion.

not that

am,” Carter admitted without

to explain to our parents if something were to happen to

“Out,” Carter repeated coldly.

sat unmoving. “If you’re gonna chase me out of the car today, I’ll tell the whole

Ms. Larson. If that’s what you want,

never resist her innocent and charming appearance,

and sexy, but I am way better than her. What is it about a married woman that makes Carter fall head over heels for her? He wouldn’t even spare me a

Faye’s number. Carter snatched her phone away and saw

and said, “Ms. Larson, quit using my mother to get what you want. I took you around out

at what he said. But for some reason, she was not offended. Ripples of admiration arose in her heart instead, and

had about him had now

felt that only this kind of man was

jealous of seeing you treating another woman so nicely. I feel insecure at her beauty when I first met her, so I might have come off rude. If you think I was too over, I can

confusion. Are all girls so fickle-minded? If that was

engine again

at first sight, who knew you have such

fixed on the road. “Thank you, Ms. Larson, for

I will go to work at your company tomorrow. I

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