I glanced around, seeing all my coworkers busy in the restaurant.
I was the only one free.
Cursing under my breath, I grabbed a menu and handed it to them.
Granger's brow furrowed uncontrollably when he saw my flat stomach:
"Felicity, do you even realize you're pregnant? What's with the constant waist cinching?"
I tossed down the menu without looking at him.
Seeing I wouldn't speak, he quickly grabbed my wrist, preventing me from leaving.
"Sir, I don't know you. Please stop harassing me."
My cold words ignited his fury, and he angrily snapped:
"Do you have any idea what you're doing? You're almost five months pregnant and still cinching your waist? Are you trying to kill the baby?"
"I've never seen such a heartless mother!"
I forcefully yanked my hand away, my tone impatient:
"Who says I'm pregnant? Are you crazy?"
"Are you going to order or not? If not, then leave."
Granger ignored my words, actually trying to lift my shirt in public.