“You can probably guess the rest. Before Mr. Quigley passed away, he used the family fortune to threaten Felix into marrying me. So, Felix found me and we signed a private agreement. The contract stipulated that our marriage would only last for three years.”
“During those three years, neither of us could tell anyone we were married. A single violation would result in a fifty-million-dollar penalty. As you know, I don’t have that kind of money, so I didn’t dare tell a soul, not even you. And if either of us broke the contract early, the penalty was three hundred million.”
“Then, just as the three years were almost up, Felix’s grandmother fell ill. Besides you and Ms. Gilmore, his grandmother is the only person in the world who has ever been truly kind to me. For the sake of her health, we extended the contract for another three years, and the penalty fee jumped to five hundred million.”
Claire let out a long sigh. “But it’s almost over. I can finally see the light at the end of the tunnel.”
She was counting down the days on her fingers. It gave her something to look forward to.
“If you don’t want to continue, I can have a lawyer talk to Felix,” Noreen said, worried Claire was sacrificing too much.
But Claire shook her head. “I’ve put up with it for five years; what’s another month or so? Considering he saved my life back then, I can endure it.”
When her uncle had tried to force her into bed with an old man, it was Felix who had rushed in and saved her.
She never forgot that debt.
So, no matter how terribly Felix treated her, she never said a word. She considered it repayment.
Noreen respected Claire’s decision.
But then, Claire told her something else.
She took Noreen’s hand and placed it on her still-flat stomach, a wide grin on her face. “You’re going to be a godmother.”
Noreen’s eyes widened in shock, and for a long moment, she was speechless.
Just as she was about to say something, Claire put a finger to her lips. “Jerk Quigley doesn’t know yet, and I have no intention of telling him.”
Jennifer seemed unaccustomed to such a formal restaurant, and a little embarrassed. After all, whenever she was in town, she was either at a club or on her way to one. Being in such an elegant place for the first time made her feel surprisingly refreshed.
“How come Claire isn’t here today?” Jennifer had hit it off with Claire immediately and was fond of her.
“She was supposed to come, but she had a doctor’s appointment and couldn’t make it,” Noreen explained. It wasn’t just any appointment, of course, but a prenatal check-up.
“Well, we can always get together next time,” Jennifer said, her easygoing nature shining through. She didn’t press the issue.
After they finished their meal, Jennifer hesitated before bringing something up.
“I ran into Mr. Harcourt at a dinner party a couple of days ago.”
Noreen’s hand paused as she poured tea, then she replied nonchalantly, “Oh? What a coincidence.”

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