The Forgotten Billionaire

Chapter 33

I kept peeling the apple and ignored Charlotte. I noticed her standing still in front of me. I monitored what I was doing. I chopped the apple right now.

After a time, and she still didn’t move her gaze away from me, I said something, “My husband doesn't say that he has an uninvited guest. Why does it look like your visit here is sudden and unannounced?” I let go of the small knife and laid it on the table. I took a slice of apple, dipped it in ketchup, then looked up at her. I saw that the mouthful I did stunned her.

“What brings you here? Where is Randall?” She gripped her shoulder bag more tightly. What she was wearing now was a black skirt that would reveal her underwear if she moved. It was paired with emerald sleeveless shirts. It appeared to be backless.

I couldn’t let go and stop eating the apple, no matter how much I wanted to. However, my ear was hurting because of her question. I let go of the apple and reached inside my purse for a moist tissue. “Are there still homewreckers like you today? Didn’t know how to be ashamed and even inquire of the legal wife about the whereabouts of her husband? ”

I took up the little knife. When I was fiddling with it with my fingers, she glanced up. “Are you familiar with those mistresses who get bald, Charlotte? I’ve been watching videos about dragging mistresses since I met you. It is how they pull a lot of hair and disgrace them on the street or in the market.”

She grinned and raised an eyebrow at me. She assumed I was kidding. I still didn’t want to think about my food. It would have been nice if she had arrived after I had done eating; I could still have been in the mood. I continued, then glanced at her blankly. I rose, walked up to her (I’m still standing beside the table), and caressed my stomach. “The only problem is that the kid in my belly will be born. That’s too much trouble.”

As she stood, her eyes widened, and she straightened up. The face grew pale, and the look was incomprehensible. Her eyes were filled with a mix of apprehension, disbelief, and rage. When I abruptly stab the knife into Randall’s table, she leaped even more.

“As a response, I will not disgrace the lady who will destroy my family. I’m going to stab her with this knife I’m carrying and bury it till she’s out of the blood.” I gave her a big smile, but it was an unfriendly one. There was no sign of amusement or rage.

“Are you threatening me?”

“If you feel like that; then I am.”

She couldn’t say anything and stared at me cruelly. She tightened her grasp on the shoulder bag and fixed her eye on me. We were barely adjusting our sight when the door burst open. We both saw the secretary as we looked over there.

“Oh! Please accept my apologies. Mrs. Adams, Mr. Adams, ask me to tell you to wait for him until his meeting is finished, and then you both return home at the same time.” She bowed and fled out the door after saying that. Maybe she picked up on Charlotte and my aura.

I leaned back in my swivel chair. And ate some more. I didn’t have to ignore her anymore when she suddenly spoke out, and I could feel the venom in her words. I wasn't sure if I should be afraid or simply let her do what she says.

“You’re going to pay for this, Winter! We’re not done yet!” When she stated that, she instantly went, while I merely shrugged my shoulders.

Randall walked in just as I completed what I was eating. He removed his necktie, as though he was exhausted and overheated in the office where they were meeting. He approached me and peered at me with his drowsy eyes when he noticed me at his table. I would have advised him to relax first, and that we would be leaving soon. He came up to me and stood up. It had irritated me with him since he stole my chair, but he suddenly had me sit on his lap and then hugged me from behind.

“Are you finished eating?” As he questioned me, his voice was a little hoarse. And I think it was sexy. My hair stood on the edge, especially as his hot breath struck my ear.

“Yeah.”

I yawned immediately and seemed to want to sleep all day. I wasn’t always like this. And I wasn't sure what I told Charlotte about the baby yet; it might be a false alarm, so I didn’t want to inform Randall first. I was also wondering if he would still like it or be OK with it. I didn’t want to catch him off guard.

“Are you tired?” He took his chin off my shoulder and reclined back in his swivel chair. After that, he leaned me against his body, as though I were slowly swallowing sleepiness, till I couldn’t answer him and eventually fell asleep.

I just woke up with the urge to puke all over again. When I opened my eyes, we were in the car, Randall’s coat draped around me. Perhaps I became dizzy as a result of the car’s motion. He couldn’t see that my eyes were open, and he continued to stare straight ahead.

I arose from my sleep and straightened my clothes. He stared at me and then combed my hair. He spoke once he had done.

“I need to discuss Charlotte’s action with her and mama.”

“Hmm. Why?” It never occurred to me he would open this topic to me.

“Earlier, my secretary informed me she had returned to my office. If she continues, it will be detrimental to our relationship, and I don’t want it to be a cause to end it.”

I couldn’t respond to what he said. I knew Charlotte and him had been together for a long time, and I didn’t appear to be in a position to prevent him from communicating with her, but if that was his decision, I'd be glad. Charlotte’s interaction with me had become increasingly strained, and I was scared it would be the reason to end my relationship with Randall.

“That is your choice. Whatever you decide, I will always accept as much as I am able.”