Chapter 4

　　"Fleeting romance?" Jerome chuckled softly and then looked at me earnestly.

　　"Aubrey, I am not just any man. If you don't want to take responsibility, I don't mind sending you to jail. You can try to sue me."

　　I blushed and gritted my teeth, glaring at this scoundrel.

　　Last night was mutual.

　　He suddenly exerted force, snatched the stockings from my hand, lifted them, and smirked.

　　"Consider this evidence. Deny it, and it becomes exhibit A."

　　I clenched my fists, glaring at this despicable man.

　　But Jerome seemed to be in a good mood. He dressed neatly and followed behind me at a steady pace.

　　Coming out of the hotel, I hadn't figured it out.

　　Just one day after breaking up, how did I end up with a new boyfriend?

　　***

　　After settling down for a few days, I could quickly establish myself in Wardburg with my qualifications and abilities.

　　There was only one thing that was beyond my control.

　　Jerome stuck to me like a plaster. After that night, he dragged his luggage and moved in.

　　I blocked the door. He calmly took out the pair of stockings, looking at me with interest.

　　I was literally laughing out loud. Which lawyer would carry stockings in his briefcase?

　　Whether it was a gathering with friends or shopping, all my friends knew that I had a fierce "bodyguard" behind me.

　　"Where is your lawyer? How could he bear to let you out today?" my friend joked with a smile.

　　I rolled my eyes helplessly, wearing an indifferent expression. "Who knows if he'll lose interest one day."

　　My friend smiled mysteriously and said, "Do you know why Mr. Brook appeared at the bar that day? Don't tell me you think it was just a coincidence."

　　I suddenly froze. "What does it mean?"

　　Her smile deepened. "Go back and ask him yourself! We've been keeping an eye on him for two years. I assure you that he's way better than that beast, Tristen!

　　"And, didn't your mom always urge you to bring your boyfriend home? Why not him?"

　　My eyes flickered slightly. Could it be that Jerome had already known my friends?

　　I couldn't help but touch my belly which had grown bigger over the past half month.

　　There was no way I could resist Jerome's cooking skills.

　　The phone placed on the table suddenly rang, and I thought it was Jerome urging me to go home, but unexpectedly, it was Ayden Ballard, the accountant from Tristen's company.

　　I hid the doubts deep down my eyes and answered the phone.

　　"Ms. Parker, when are you coming back? You don't know, those secretaries are completely useless. They can't even handle a simple task properly. It's driving me crazy. You better come back quickly..."

　　"Ayden, I've handed my resignation letter to Mr. Sterling. I'm not going back. You can work things out with the secretaries."

　　"Ah... Alright then."

　　In the office, Ayden cautiously glanced at the gloomy-faced Tristen.

　　"Mr. Sterling, since your phone calls seem to work miracles, why don't you work your magic on Ms. Parker directly?"

　　Tristen sneered, his cold voice filled with suppressed anger. "Who does she think she's? Can't the company survive without her?"

　　He forcefully slammed the office door shut and swiftly kicked over the potted plant beside him, his face stern.