Accidentally Pregnant After Divorcing The Billionaire (Jonathan and Teresa) novel Chapter 5

5.Chapter 5 Her Son Fell Ill

Her heart leaped, and she whispered a curse to herself. ‘I dialed the secretary’s extension; why is the CEO answering?’ she thought in confusion.

“Hello?” Jonathan’s voice repeated, a calm and patient tone ringing through.

Teresa quickly adopted a goofy, nasally voice, pretending confusion. “Oops, is this Horizonlead Group? I might’ve messed up the number.”

Jonathan let out a light laugh. “Seems you’ve got the wrong number, ex-wife.”

Caught off guard by Jonathan’s instant recognition of her voice, Teresa stumbled for a moment before regaining her composure.

Jonathan’s impatience was palpable as he cut in. “If you have something to say, just say it. No need for the dramatics.”

Taking a steadying breath, Teresa got straight to the point. “NewEdge Media is interested in your successful career,” she told Jonathan, her tone edged with both irritation and resolve. “We’d like to do a short interview. Are you available anytime soon?”

Jonathan was blunt and to the point. “No time,” he replied, his tone sharp.

Teresa’s shoulders slumped, but she nodded in resignation. “Got it loud and clear. I won’t waste any more of your precious time.”

A slight smile tugged at Jonathan’s lips as he pressed on. “Not considering giving it a shot, even for old time’s sake?”

Teresa’s jaw tightened, her voice strained but firm. “You’ve made your point. I won’t bother you anymore. Have a great day,” she managed to say, her politeness barely concealing her frustration.

The phone slammed down, the sound echoing in the now silent room.

Sherry, who’d been watching the exchange with wide eyes, turned to Teresa. “Wow, that was something else. That wasn’t Jonathan on the phone, was it?”

Teresa let out a sigh, shaking her head. “Jonathan picked up the phone himself,” she remarked.

Sherry’s eyes popped wide, her jaw nearly hitting the floor. “No way! Jonathan himself? That’s a first!”

Teresa’s brow furrowed, her luck feeling more like a curse than a blessing. “He said he’s too swamped for an interview,” she relayed to Wayne, her tone as flat as her hopes.

Wayne’s astonishment was palpable, his mouth gaping open. “He took your call personally?” he echoed, his voice a blend of shock and curiosity.

Teresa nodded, her voice firm but resigned. “That’s what he said. Too much on his plate.”

Despite the setback, Wayne remained optimistic. “Well, the fact that he answered at all is promising,” he insisted, a spark of optimism in his eyes. “Maybe you didn’t quite hit the mark last time. Try again, but this time, turn on the charm.”

Teresa bit her lip, her skepticism as clear as day. “I’m not sure it’ll make a difference. He was pretty firm about being busy.”

Wayne’s smile was gentle, yet persistent. “It’s worth another shot, Teresa. Dial it up a notch,” he advised, offering a small smile to soften his critique.

Sinking into her chair, Teresa let out a quiet sigh. ‘Money doesn’t fall from the sky; it’s a brutal scramble,’ she thought to herself.

On her second try, when Jonathan answered, there was a tinge of scorn in his voice. “What now, ex?” he queried, his tone clipped.

Her jaw clenched, Teresa bit back the retort that sprang to her lips. She had to stay cool, for her job and her kid’s sake. “Mr. Lynn, I’m reaching out about the interview… hoping you might see your way to giving it another thought…”

Jonathan’s laughter was a razor’s edge. “You’re gonna need a better pitch than that.”

Despite her waning patience, Teresa maintained her composure.

“Fine, if you’re not into it, no sweat. We can call off the interview,” he remarked, his tone casual.

She took a deep breath, her resolve steeling. “Mr. Lynn, I’m humbly asking you to give our interview a chance.” Her words were laced with sincerity.

Amidst the distant laughter and hushed murmurs, Jonathan’s voice stood out. “Can’t chat now. I’m in the middle of something. Hit me up with the details later.”

The call ended abruptly, leaving Teresa with the lonely hum of a disconnected line.

Teresa’s fingers danced across the company’s WhatsApp account, her gaze fixed on the screen. She shot off a message to Jonathan, her ex-husband, a man she’d consigned to the digital abyss for years.

With a decisive tap, she sent the formal message and let her phone thud onto the desk.

The phone vibrated with a prompt reply from Jonathan, his confusion crackling through the screen. [Why the company account? Why not just text me?]

Teresa huffed, her fingers flying across the keyboard. [This is for official client communication.]

His response was as quick as it was bossy. [Use your personal number next time.]

She let out a world-weary sigh, the irony of her situation sinking in. ‘Of all people, I’m now at the mercy of my ex for work,’ she mused, a bitter smile tugging at her lips. The roles had definitely reversed.

Determined to keep things on track, Teresa typed, [Let’s focus on work. We have things to discuss.]

Jonathan’s reply was a mix of bewilderment and resistance. [How do you propose we discuss work? In person? We agreed to keep our distance, remember?]

Teresa was no stranger to hard knocks. She was living proof that life could be a real grind, especially when the paychecks barely covered the bills.

[Let’s meet up after work.] Teresa turned her phone face down after sending the reply, signaling the conversation was over.

As the workday wrapped up, her phone buzzed with a call from Miriam. Miriam’s voice was tense as she told Teresa that Michael was sick with a fever, and they were at the children’s hospital.