Runaway Mommy: My Boss is the Father novel Chapter 7

Phoebe didn't look up.

She couldn't see that Jaxson's face had contorted into something downright terrifying. She just felt his heavy, predatory stare burning into her, making every muscle in her body tense up with the desperate urge to bolt.

The second the words left her mouth, she spun on her heel and practically fled the breakroom.

Watching her retreating figure—looking as if she had just escaped a hostage situation—Jaxson's knuckles turned white around his coffee mug.

She used to hate iced Americanos, always complaining they were too bitter and acidic.

Now she drank them like water.

He glared at the empty doorway, his bloodshot eyes swirling with a violently chaotic mix of emotions. He took a deep breath, fighting to wrestle his temper back under control, only for it to snap into a vicious curse muttered under his breath.

Striding back to his office, Jaxson pulled out his phone and dialed Sebastian's number.

"Jaxson, what's up?"

"Who did Phoebe marry?"

On the other end of the line, Sebastian let out a confused noise. Completely oblivious to Jaxson's mood, he answered honestly, "I have no idea."

"She got her marriage license abroad. Said she... found out she was pregnant, so they just got married. I've never even met the guy."

"When did this happen?"

Sebastian went dead silent. He stammered for a painfully long time before finally gritting his teeth and forcing the words out. "Right... right after you guys broke up. Word was she went overseas with her husband..."

Sebastian didn't dare say another word.

A shotgun wedding and pregnancy immediately after dumping Jaxson.

Even if Jaxson hadn't loved Phoebe back then, it was impossible for a man's ego to accept that he might have been cheated on.

Sebastian desperately wanted to elaborate, but Jaxson had already hung up.

Listening to the dial tone, Sebastian actually let out a sigh of relief.

If Jaxson had kept grilling him, he would have had no idea how to answer.

After agonizing over it for a minute, Sebastian shot a quick text to Phoebe.

"Jaxson was just interrogating me about your husband."

Phoebe replied instantly.

"Unfortunately for him, my husband probably isn't gay."

His voice was impossibly gentle and considerate, rippling like soft water. It was painfully obvious how much he cherished the person on the other end.

Three years ago, the only time Phoebe had ever heard Jaxson use that coaxing, patient tone was when they were in bed.

The person on the phone was probably the owner of that love bite on his neck.

The agonizingly long elevator ride finally ended, and Jaxson stepped out first.

Autumn immediately clutched her chest.

She sighed enviously, "Mr. Hayes was definitely talking to his girlfriend, right? He sounded so gentle. I guess even the most ruthless men turn into putty when they talk to the woman they love."

Phoebe froze for a second before murmuring, "I suppose so."

Politely declining Autumn's offer for a ride, Phoebe squeezed her way onto the crowded subway.

Surrounded by the chaotic rush of commuters, her mind drifted back to Sebastian's text.

It had to be because Simon casually mentioned her marital status while introducing the team.

There had been a previous manager who, assuming from Phoebe's striking looks and elegant aura that she was a wealthy girl just working for fun, completely passed her over for promotions and raises.

Simon was the one who had stepped in and fought for her, something Phoebe was deeply grateful for.