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bChapter /bb85 /b

Brian was calm and collected, rarely letting his emotions show. But when he scrolled through the search results, his brow furrowed in disado wondered, “Seriously–is there any way Jessica will actually want this sto?

Before hitting “Buy” he sent Janke a screenshot with question marks stered all over the oddest

Brian: You sure pregnant women go for this stuff?)

His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, thinking, ‘She’s pregnant, not some alien!

Janice’s reply came in rapid–fire taps. Her attitude practically screamed, “I’m pregnant. Who knows better?”

Janice: [Mr. Mkinson, pregnancy hormones mess with everything One woman might love grass–scented socks, another could crave lemons, durians heck, even the smell of rotten eggs. It’s all over the map |

Janice (And that punching cushion? Snap some cocky selfies when you give it to her. Just ignore the “cocky” part. Soving your face on that cushion! Perfect stress–reliever. Boats taking a swing bat /byou, right?)

Brian stared at his phone, mouth half–open, wondering. Since when did Jessi get so weird? Last pregnancy, she was normal is Janice pulling my leg or have intissed something huge?”

Shrugging, he splurged on the order. What did he have to lose?

When it came to those selfies, Brian held up his bphone/b, eyeing his reflection with a grimace,

Click, click. He figured he’d pass the prints along to Jessica after getting them done.

Jessica

waspletely in the bdark /babout what Brian had done behind her back.

That afternoon, the receptionist got ba /bpackage addressed to Jessica and called Herbert instantly.

Once he grabbed the package and brought it upstairs, bhe /bopened it up to check for anything sketchy. Inside were huge, Al–sized close–ups of Brian looking bsmug/b.

Even Herbert, ba /bveteran who’d spent over two decades working under Dereck, was scratching his bhead/b.

“Am I seriously out of touch?” he muttered. b“/bI’m only forty–five or six Retirement’s ages awayb./bb” /b

Totally baffled, he just carried the stack of photos to Jessica’s office.

One look at the pictures, and Jessica wont dead silent, speechless.

Brian hated having his photo takenb. /bWhenever the paparazzi tried to snap him, thepany’swyers took care of it–so his face had never leaked to the bpublic/b.

Even after they got together, they barely took any bprivate /bpictures. It wasn’t until bJacob /bcame along that they finally took some family shots.

With ba /bsigh, Jessica rubbed her temples. “Leave them there. Don’t worry about him.”

“Sure thing.” Noticing her rubbing her head, Herbert asked softly, “Ms. Grant, maybe take a break?”

“Yeah, good bcall/b.” She pushed away from her desk. The documents bwere /bjam packed with dense text, band /bshe had to pore bover /bevery single word. One wrong moveb, /band she could mess up the whole thing

It looked beasy /bon the surface, but it tookser focus to keep everything on btrack/bb. /b

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bChapter /b85

Ms. Grant, would you like to eat something?” Herbert asked,

b“/bNot really.” Jessica shook her head. She was set to meet Gabri for dinner, and showing up stuffed wouldn’t work.

At Atkinson Group, when Jessica didn’t call, Brian clocked out early. He drove straight to Grant Group, hoping to figure out if she had any add bprifererican /b

-like what scents she might like.

Iffy on Janice’s advice, he hit up Google. What he found blew his mind.

Right after Brian pulled up outside Grant Group, Jessica walked out,

He thought, “Unusual for her to leave the office for a meal instead of chowing down at her desk while working‘ He gunned the engine and started following her.

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