Pawila Winifred

"Truth or dare," he said, and I scowled. I hate backing down from his silly games so easily. No, not this time. Not ever! This is when I get to show just how much I hate him.

"Dare," I replied, locking eyes with him. Let's see what he has up his sleeve.

"I dare you to kiss me."

***

Two weeks ago, I thought I'd escaped Mr. Perfect's grasp when I resigned from his company. No more mindless Truth and Dare games, no more toxic dynamics. Or so I thought...

Now, reality slaps me in the face: I'm carrying his child. 

Will Mr. Perfect accept this unexpected twist? Or will my happy ever after remain a distant dream?

Accidental Pregnancy with Mr. Perfect

　　"She's not worth it but she won." I laughed, "Dirty Dustfinger is my wife now Ollie." 


　　How ironical! I turned to look at him, "Aren't you angry at me? I was a mess the other day, don't you hate me now?" 


　　"Hate you? You're my friend Davis. When did we start keeping grudges like that, besides, I started it."


　　"Yeah, you did," I pointed out, "You just won't stop making me angry and that's why I flipped out." 


　　"You don't have to explain, what's more important is that we're cool now, aren't we?" I asked with a smile before we both clinked glasses.


　　"You can always divorce her in the future." He suggested, "You're in this because she's pregnant and this is what your grandmother wants at the moment."


CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN MR. SCOTT'S WIFE