Chapter 52
BLAIRE
What happened yesterday bothers me up until the next morning. I haven’t slept a wink since
identally meeting Catherine in the hallway. I’m not sure why she’s here in the hospital, but I can’t
risk her knowing about ze. If she finds out the truth about my son, it won’t take long before
Sebastian knows about it.
He
may not be interested in having a child with me, but I don’t know what he’ll do once he finds out. I’m not
taking that risk, even if it means that I’m taking away ze’s right to know who his father is.
Despite all my worries, I still have more pressing matters at hand. I have to leave and fulfill my
commitment with Sebastian. Even though the doctors and nurses have been nothing but great towards
us, I still need someone to keep an eye on ze all the time. That’s when I decided to get a private
nurse for ze who will update me with every progress while I’m not here.
“Don’t worry about ze, Miss Banks. We’ve got the best doctors and facilities here. He’s in good
hands, Sylvia said, the private nurse that I got for ze.
“Thank you, Sylvia. I’m not sure what time I will be back. But please, if there’s any problem, don’t
hesitate to call me. I’ll answer it right away,” I told her.
“Yes, Miss Banks, she answered.
“You’re leaving, mom?” ze asked when he woke up from his
nap.
I nced down at ze, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and concern. Kneeling beside him, I
gently ruffled his hair.
“Just for a little while, sweetheart,” I reassured him. “Sylvia will take good care of you. If you need
anything, just let her know, okay?”
ze nodded, but a hint of sadness lingered in his eyes. “Okay, Mom. But promise, you’lle back
soon.”
“I promise,” I whispered, pressing a k*ss to his forehead. Turning to Sylvia, I reiterated, “Thank you for
looking after him.”
Sylvia’s reassuring smile lingered in my thoughts as I left the hospital room. Once at the hotel, I took a
moment to freshen up and gather my thoughts. The anticipation of the uing appointment with
Sebastian added ayer of nerves.
Choosing an outfit for the night, I opted for a deep burgundy dress that gracefully flowed to the floor.
The fabric, adorned with subtle floral patterns, seemed to catch the
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light, adding an understated elegance to the ensemble. The neckline, modest yet alluring, hinted at a
bnce between confidence and restraint.
Completing the look with the only set of jewelry I have, I adorned my wrists with slim bracelets that
chimed softly as I moved. The heels I selected added a touch of sophistication, their muted hue
blending seamlessly with the rich tones of the dress.
Standing before the mirror, I took a moment to appreciate the reflection staring back at me-a tapestry of
anticipation and a subtle hint of vulnerability. The choice of attire, a conscious effort to strike a chord
between poise and approachability, mirrored theplexities of the uing meeting with Sebastian.
As my gaze met the reflection in the mirror, a whirlwind of emotions swept through. me. The subtle
glow of the hotel room’s lights highlighted the anticipation etched on my face. I found myself caught in a
moment of introspection, questioning how the evening would unravel.
The air held a certain charge, thick with the unspoken dynamics that had woven their way into the
fabric of our history. The echoes of past encounters with Sebastian reverberated in my mind, each
memory a distinct chord ying in the symphony of our shared experiences.
I couldn’t shake the lingering uncertainties. I let out a loud sigh to calm myself down before leaving my
room. I head out to the lobby. I found a ck car waiting for me outside. This text is property of N?/velD/rama.Org.
“Miss Banks?” he asked when I approached the man standing beside the car.
I smiled in confirmation. He’s probably the driver who’s going to drive me to his hotel. He then
proceeded to open the backseat door for me.
The driver, settled in his sc at, conveyed Mr. Foster’s thoughtful gesture. “Mr. Foster asked me to
prepare drinks and snacks for you, Miss Banks. Feel free to get anything you want,” he offered, his
tone carrying a note of politeness.
“Thank you. But I’m fine,” I replied, the air between us briefly punctuated by the polite
exchange. Turning my gaze toward the passing cityscape through the window, I polite
weed the silence that enveloped the car.
The quiet drive to the hotel allowed a moment of solitude, a chance to gather my thoughts and
emotions before the inevitable reunion with Sebastian. The city lights blurred into a mosaic as my mind
danced with memories and anticipations, the rhythmic hum of the engine providing aforting
backdrop to what’s about to happen.
As the car neared the hotel, the anticipation in the air became palpable. The city’s luminous skyline
mirrored the flickering thoughts in my mind, each building a silent
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witness to the journey I was about to embark on.
Upon arriving, the driver courteously opened the door, and I stepped into the quiet elegance of the
hotel lobby. The familiar aura of sophistication enveloped me as I made- my way to the designated
meeting area. A discreet nod from the hotel staff signaled that Sebastian was already waiting.
Sebastian rose as he saw me approach, a blend of recognition and something else flickering in his
eyes. “ire,” he said, his voice carrying the weight of unspoken history.
“Sebastian,” I responded, the echoes of our shared past resonating in the subtle, exchange. The
ambiance of the hotel lobby provided a delicate backdrop to theplexity of emotions hanging in the
air.
He then led me back to his table and pulled a chair for me. As I settled into the seat, subtle
acknowledgment passed between us-a recognition of the shared history that transcended mere
moments.
“Thank you,” I said, a soft smile ying on my lips. The air seemed to hold too much tension as we
delved into the uncharted territories of this deal.
I was surprised when Sebastian took the seat beside me instead of the one across me, his eyes
reflecting a myriad of emotions. “You look beautiful,” heplimented.
A blush crept to my cheeks at Sebastian’s unexpectedpliment. “Thank you,” I replied, a soft smile
tugging at the corners of my lips. His words carried a certain sincerity, and for a moment, theyers of
time seemed to fade, leaving only the present and the connection we once shared.
I suddenly felt hot when he suddenly put his hand over my exposed thigh. It didn’t help that I was
wearing a dress with a high slit on the side.
“Sebastian!” I called his name firmly in between gritted teeth. I was about to shove his hand away from
my leg when the waiter suddenly approached me.
“Are you ready to order, madam?” he asked.
I opened my mouth in panic, but nothing came out. I looked in Sebastian’s direction, pleading for help.
But he only responded with a smirk. He then leaned against my ear and whispered.
“Say something, ire-not if you want him to notice what’s going on under the table.”
1 gulped in fear of getting caught. I’m starting to regret all the decisions that I made leading up to this
moment.
What did I get myself into?