Chapter 1221 Forgetting About the Date
On top of that, the fact that her bloating tummy was relieved became the biggest surprise to Sonia. Otherwise, it would not only be weird to have a swollen tummy, but create the misconception that she was with child. The thought of getting pregnant quelled the glint in her eyes.
Toby’s gentle gaze morphed into a concerned one when he noticed the nuance. “What’s the matter? Why are you down so suddenly?”
Her hand on her belly slightly curled as she forced a smile. “Nothing. I just thought of something. It’s not that important. We should be off to work now. It should be 10.00AM soon.”
Great. We’re late. However, the man shook his head suddenly. “It’s not 10.00AM.” “Is it not? Is it nine something?” Her eyes lit up. If so, it’s a relief that we won’t be that late to work.
Just as that thought flashed across her mind, Toby displayed his phone before her. When she was questioning what he meant by that, the phone screen brightened, only to reveal the hugely written time right in front of her eyes.
‘11.20AM’ She inhaled a sharp breath and was riveted on the spot. I must be seeing things. It has to be an illusion! How can it already be so late?!
It was only 8.30AM when she had breakfast after which she lay on the couch because of her swollen belly to receive a massage from Toby.
It didn’t feel that long, though. How is it already past 11.00AM? Did I travel through time? Or is the clock malfunctioning?
Sonia found it hard to believe that it was so late. Telling herself that she had seen it wrongly, she quickly rubbed her eyes to take a closer look at the time.
It showed the same numbers and there was no change. At that moment, she had to face the fact that the time had struck past 11.30AM no matter how much she wished to deny it.
Looking at her pouty lips on her downcast face, Toby kept his phone and the smile on his face deepened. “So, do you believe it now?”
She raised her gaze onto him while stretching a smile across her lips. “It’s already past 11.00AM. It’ll be lunchtime when we arrive.”
Half of the day had passed and yet, she did nothing. Toby nodded in agreement. “True.” “So, what are you waiting for? Hurry up.” After saying that, Sonia set her feet on the ground to rise from the couch.
Her rushing figure amused Toby, who held her hand to pull her back onto the couch. “There’s nothing to rush about. Since the time has passed, why don’t we have lunch before heading to the office? I’ve informed your secretary to rearrange your schedule. The important tasks will be put off until afternoon and the trivial matters are canceled.”
She blinked her eyes upon hearing that. “You settled everything for me? When?”
“When I was massaging your tummy. You were about to fall asleep, so you didn’t know.” He pointed at her phone atop the table.
Sonia cast her gaze at the pointed direction and was at a loss for words.
Can I even blame him for handling things on his own? But nothing will come good from that. We are late and we can’t turn back time, can we?
Thus, the man’s arrangement was for the best and the only person she could blame was herself. She should not have been so greedy and ate too much, which resulted in a bulging tummy and her difficulties in moving around. Otherwise, she would not be late for work.
Sighing, she finally gave in and agreed on his suggestion. She sat on the couch with a peace of mind before looking at him resentfully. “What’s for lunch?”
He stroked her hair and questioned back gently, “I’ll make you anything you want.”
“No!” Sonia made a cross with her arms instantly with a solemn expression. “You don’t have to do it. Leave it to me.”
“Why not?” Toby could not comprehend why she was so worked up by that. Is it because I’m bad at it? So, she doesn’t want me to cook?
While the questions ran in his head, she explained, “This all happened because you’re good at cooking. I’m afraid that the exact same thing will happen again. What if I eat too much and can’t leave for work? Work will pile up until tomorrow morning.”
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