Chapter 42
Chapter 42
HAZEL
(PRESENT TIME)
Daisy’s school finally went on a well-deserved break, and I can’t express enough how thankful I am for
this timing. It’s like Fate itself is aligning things for my benefit. This weekend, Ravel, the renowned
artist, isnding in Seattle for his uing show next week, and coincidentally, Daisy’s school break
starts this very weekend.
I’m taking her away from this environment for the whole week.
In her adorable baby voice, Daisy asked the sweetest question, “Are we going to see grandma?”
Gazing at her through the rearview mirror, I couldn’t help but smile warmly. “Yes, darling, we’re heading
to see grandma Monica.” Her joyful squeal filled the car, and I couldn’t help but chuckle. It’s
heartwarming to see how much David’s mom adores Daisy, and the feeling is absolutely mutual.
I sang along with Daisy to the children’s rhyme, her adorable baby voice and babble almost sending
me into fits ofughter. Driving down a familiar route, we finally arrived at Monica’s ce. As if she
knew we wereing, Monica stood on the porch with a beaming smile.
After switching off the engine, Monica wasted no time. She opened the door, helped Daisy out of her
baby seat, and showered her with hugs and kisses. Daisy responded with giggles, clearly delighted to
see her grandma. “I’ve missed you so much, pumpkin,” Monica eximed lovingly.
With a warm smile, I parked the car and approached them, eagerly anticipating my own wee hug.
“I’ve missed you too, Monica,” I said sincerely, feeling the affection between us.
Monica patted my back affectionately while bncing Daisy on her arm. Her yful gaze shifted to
Robertson, who was busy taking Daisy’s bag inside the house. “Is he staying with us too?” she inquired
curiously.
“Yes, he is.” I reassured Monica, acknowledging that I don’t usually have security around, but it’s
essential for my daughter’s safety. Robertson acts like Daisy’s constantpanion, and I trust him
implicitly. “Don’t worry, he blends in seamlessly.”
Monica waved off my exnation, inviting us inside with the promise of catching up and ate lunch
she had prepared. However, I had to be honest, “I’m sorry, Monica, but I have to head back to the city.”
Her face fell, prompting me to embrace her gently. “I promise, I’ll make a conscious effort to visit more
often,” especially now that Daisy is here for the week,
She frowned, expressing her skepticism. “You always say that,” Monica argued, a hint of a pour on her
face. “You promise to visit, but you never do.” Her disappointment was evident, and I knew I had to
make a genuine effort to change that perception.
“I really mean it this time,” I assured Monica with sincerity as Daisy wriggled out of her arms and ran to
Robertson, who lifted her up yfully. “I have to leave now if I want to make it to the office on time for
my meeting.”
Understanding my responsibilities, Monica nodded with a glint of empathy in her eyes. “You work just
as hard as David does,” she acknowledged. Not quite sure how to respond to thatparison, I simply
smiled, kissed Daisy goodbye, and drove away. One of the reasons I haven’t been spending much time
with Monica is her persistent desire to convince me to date David.
Changing the car’s music to something more ssical, I made my way back to the office. However,
upon my arrival, I noticed that most of the staff were already wrapping up for the day. Deciding to finish
up a few things, I stepped into my office to make the most of the remaining time.
Agatha greeted me as she entered my office a few minutes after me. “Are you working overtime
today?” she inquired curiously.
“I didn’te to the office this morning, so I thought I might as well get some work done tonight,” I
replied, realizing I should have grabbed some coffee on my way in. “Is David still around?”
Chapter 42
“No, he left about an hour ago,” Agatha informed me, setting a box on my table. Intrigued, I raised an
eyebrow, wondering who the box was from. “It’s from Mr. Southwark’s office,” she exined, “an
exclusive invitation for the exhibition.”
Opening the box, I blinked rapidly as I peered inside. “Ravel sent me an invitation,” I said in disbelief.N?velDrama.Org owns this.
Agatha nodded and pointed to anotherrger box on my sofa, which I hadn’t even noticed until then.
“The invitation came with both boxes,” she added, leaving me pleasantly surprised by the gesture.
As I slowly approached therger box on the sofa, a hunch told me what it might contain. Undoing the
ribbon, I opened it to find thetest Versace dress collection inside. My eyes locked on the striking red
dress, and I couldn’t help but lift it up in awe. Suppressing my excitement, I asked Agatha when it had
arrived.
“Mr. Southwark dropped it off himself around noon,” she informed me. “I wanted to call you, but he
seemed to be in a hurry.”
“Oh…” I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment that I had missed meeting him. “That’s
alright,” I replied, trying to brush it off. cing the dress back into the box, I instructed Agatha to send
the boxes to my car trunk. Handing her the car key, I said, “Once you’re done, you’re free to leave.”
With a subtle nod, she effortlessly lifted the box, her eyes reflecting a mix of uncertainty and
determination. “Are you nning to attend the event? I need to know, so I can make sure your
schedule is free.”.
I found nopelling reason not to attend, despite the memories of ourst dinner together that ended
on a sour note. I knew it was time to let go of animosity and move forward. Our marriage had faltered,
but that didn’t necessitate a perpetual state of enmity.
“Yes,” I replied, the words leaving my lips with newfound rity, “I’ll be attending the event.”
Agatha acknowledged my response with a knowing nod. “In that case, I’ll have to inform David as well,
so he can make arrangements.”
“No need to involve David,” I said firmly.
Perplexed, Agatha tilted her head inquisitively. “Why not?”
“Because I’ll be attending the event alone.”