Violette shook her head, "I wanna take a stroll."
"If your leg hurts, you gotta tell me. Don't play tough." Mike warned.
"I know." Violette said.
"Violette, if I knew there would be so many headaches after we came back, I wouldn't have let you come. We had it easy in B Country, never had to worry. But back in your hometown, I'm worried sick about you every day." Mike said, helping her into the car.
Violette felt guilty, "Maybe you should go back to B Country."
"That's not what I meant!" Mike said.
"I know it's not. I just think I can handle the work here. Maybe you should go back." Violette said.
"You're coming with me then." Mike said.
"I don't want to go back. I prefer my hometown." Violette said.
Mike snorted, "Then I'm not going. Wherever you are, I am."
"You can't bear to leave Joey, can you?" Violette asked.
"Why are you bringing him up? He's blocked me. That annoying guy only cares about his boss." Mike stepped on the accelerator and drove the car away.
Violette apologized, "I'm sorry!"
"Why are you apologizing to me? Even without you, we'd still have problems! I can't stand not being as important as his boss." Mike said,
They went to the mall.
Violette bought some imported food and gold zodiac bracelets for her female colleagues at the jewelry store.
"Violette, you really love making things hard for yourself! Checking everyone's birthdays." Mike complained.
"But they'll be happy when they receive the gifts." Violette replied.
"If you just gave them money, they'd be happier." Mike argued.
"You might be right, but some happiness can't be bought with money." Violette said.
For example, she felt happier receiving a gift from Kylee today than if Kylee had just given her money.
She had half a month's work piled up. Although most of it had been dealt with, she needed to review everything.
So she spent the whole morning in her office.
At noon, Mike knocked on her office door and asked her to lunch.
"Did you check your medical report? It's in your email." Mike reminded her.
She nodded, getting up from her chair, "I just got it, but I haven't read it yet. How's your report?"
"The doc told me to lay off the booze for a while." Mike grumbled, "What's the point of life if I can't drink?"
"You should listen to the doctor's advice. I'll keep an eye on you," she replied, then checked her medical report on her phone.
Mike led the way and pressed the elevator button.
As she stepped into the elevator, she saw a line in her medical report that left her stunned!
-- Three weeks pregnant!
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