Joshua Hughes listened to Alexander King complain about his trouble of being caught, while coldly glancing at the new secretary.

If Avery Jane bit her lip, he would want nothing more than to rush over and kiss her fiercely.

But the woman in front of him was extremely irritating to look at, thinking buttoning up all her buttons could make her appear pure. Truly foolish to the extreme. He’d bet if he hooked a finger, she’d immediately fall into his arms.

The female secretary wisely retreated, seeing Joshua’s indifferent expression; there would be opportunities in the future.

"Are you even listening to me? How did Nora Thompson find out? Am I really that careless in my actions? She caught me, she knows about the woman I have outside."

Alexander King looked gloomy; he didn’t know how Nora Thompson discovered it.

And she left so quickly, he didn’t even have time to prepare.

"I found that Nora is truly something; she actually discussed Floyd Thomson’s relationship with you, then let you marry the one outside?"

Joshua Hughes’s laughter emerged from his broad chest, even through the airwaves, Alexander could sense his laughter. It was truly absurd.

"Just laugh, you think your pet is easy to handle, but devoted women are terrifying because her heart is a stone that others can never warm. I’ll wait for the day you cry to me."

Alexander angrily hung up the phone. In fact, he couldn’t understand how his tail got caught so quickly.

Wasn’t there something fishy about this?

On the other end, Joshua’s smile gradually faded, the word "devotion" suddenly lodged in his heart.

Avery Jane truly is a devoted woman, her heart forever dreaming of that deceased person. The once rich aroma of black coffee slowly turned bitter, so bitter he could hardly swallow.

At least Nora married Alexander because she liked him. But Avery? Without using forceful means, she probably would have fled long ago.

In the hospital, Avery Jane felt she had made the wisest decision, unable to take medication, there are many ways not to get pregnant, like subcutaneous implantation.

It was that madman who forced her, otherwise she wouldn’t have secretly gone to the hospital to do it.

If he found out, the consequences would certainly be frightening, right?

But no consequence was more frightening than bearing his child, so she boldly made this decision, hoping he wouldn’t discover it too soon. After all, with the current social pressure, many people naturally being infertile is normal.

Hopefully he wouldn’t find out before he tires of her.

"Avery Jane?"

Beckett Wright’s car came to a stop, he saw Avery Jane standing alone at the hospital entrance from afar, seemingly waiting for a car.

He couldn’t help but approach, knowing full well she had her own life, yet couldn’t stop himself from caring. She seemed not to be doing well, like a flower transplanted into a greenhouse, unable to adapt, so withered, not physically but mentally aged significantly. Wasn’t that man treating her well?

"Mr. Wright, what a coincidence."

The woman’s beautiful lips curled into a faint smile, even the winter sun seemed to lose its glow. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

"Where are you headed? Let me take you there; you won’t be able to catch a car now."

Beckett Wright peeked his elegant face from the car window, the cars behind him impatiently honking their horns.

Avery Jane glanced at him, then opened the car door and got in.

Joshua had sent a driver for her, but she disliked it, feeling supervised even by just a driver, so she had the driver take her to the mall, then left through another exit to the nearby hospital for the quick procedure.

"Don’t call me Mr. Wright, call me Beckett; it’s too formal."

Beckett gazed at Avery Jane, dressed simply, winter sunlight streaming in from outside the car, filtering through street trees, casting dappled light on her exquisitely beautiful face, elegant brows, eyes like a serene spring that might drown one’s soul, a delicate nose below a smooth, rosy mouth, her beautiful cupid’s bow lips driving men impulsively out of control, she was a gift from the creator, yet she belonged to someone else.

They had met too late, after all...