It was clear to me that Monique wanted to keep the baby. I knew her too well. We were both lonely souls, and that was why we both appreciated the little angels that God had blessed us with.
Her face brightened up at my words. She shifted closer to me and rested her head on my shoulders. She said, "Arianna, we won't be lonely anymore."
That was true. We would have those little angels to keep us company in the future.
We sat there for a while before I sent Monique back home. I then went to the company.
I went there not because I had unfinished work but because I knew Josiah would spend his weekend in his office. I knocked on his door a few times before he opened the door for me. He looked tired.
He was confused upon seeing me, and he asked, "What's wrong?"
"I came to see you," I said as I placed the fast food that I bought for him on his desk, "I knew you haven't eaten, so I bought this along the way."
He frowned, visibly puzzled, then he asked, "You won't visit for no reason. What's the matter?"
I was embarrassed that he found out about my intention. I laughed awkwardly and said, "Do you still remember the time I went to Asherton for a business trip?"
He nodded as he opened the packaging and helped himself to the fast food. He must have been in the office for the whole day. Otherwise, he wouldn't look as if his energy was drained.
I continued, "I asked you to pick Monique up on my behalf. Did you leave right after you dropped her in the hotel?"
I wasn't someone who was well versed in the art of dealing with people. I wanted to trick him into telling me what happened, but instead, what I said was no different than asking him directly.
Josiah stopped eating, and he narrowed his dark eyes at me, "Stop beating around the bush, and get straight to the point."
His response just confirmed my thoughts earlier.
"Did you do it with Monique that night?" I regretted it as soon as I asked the question. I could have phrased it better than that.
He looked at me and cocked his eyebrow, "What do you mean?"
To be honest, it was inappropriate and embarrassing to bring up that topic with a man.
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