SYDNEY''S POV
I mmed myptop shut and some of the attendees raised a brow. I smiled back at the person and turned back to the speaker for the day.
The day had been hectic since l''arrived in the morning. It was one work after another, one meeting after another.
We had just finished the first session of the seminar on jewelry design that was hosted in ourpany. Thankfully there was a short break before the second session again.
I traipsed to my office, dumped myptop on my desk and walked out of the buildingplex, exhausted.
I just wanted to be alone while getting some fresh air after being stuck in that conference room for hours!
I walked to the cafe next to the office building for a cup of coffee. The cafe was a perfect ce I could hide and none of the other employees would spot me and start trying to engage me in a conversation I wasn''t interested in.
After ordering my coffee, I got a seat on the far end of the cafe, just beside the cafe''s ss walls. At first, I found myself musing about the seminar that just ended. I almost called one of the waiters to get me a pen and a notepad but I stopped and reprimanded myself, "You came here because you are exhausted, Sydney. You came here to rx a bit so stop that," I said audibly, "And stop thinking about work again!" And I did stop. It''s just that it''s hard because Jewelry design doesn''t even feel like work most of the time
for me.
I gazed through the cafe''s ss walls and allowed myself to get immersed in the world outside the cafet and I got entranced by it. People bustled by, the traffic hummed and the towering buildings lined the streets. Among the crowd, a little girl caught my eye- or rather, the little girl''s ne caught my eye. She wore arge ne around her neck, one of her hands traced its intricate design while her other hand clung tightly to a woman''s hand, she skipped after the woman as she briskly walked past the cafe.
When they were
they were out of sight, I began to drag my gaze away when it fell on a familiar figure. I squinted at the person and raised my eyebrows at who she was. What was she doing around here? She was thest person I expected to see here. On the corridor next to the building was Be, there was a man before her and he seemed to be trapping her to the wall.
I frowned and squinted at the man. That man looked nothing like Mark. I looked around the area; I looked in the store opposite the street, my eyes looked up and down the street but Mark was nowhere to be seen. Where was he when there''s a man harassing his woman? And not just his woman but his pregnant
woman.
My senses suddenly grew alert and I felt my muscles bunch as I watched the man press her closer into the wall. But I forced myself to drag my gaze away from them.
I shook head and returned my focus to my coffee. This has nothing to do with me, it wasn''t my business, I told myself.
But a few secondster, I found my eyes traveling there on their own ord. The man''s hands was clenched and there was a heavy frown on his face. Even though Mark is my ex-husband - one that I was never crazy about and Be is my sister and the third party that actively ruined my marriage, I couldn''t
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bring myself to sit back. Even if I was able to keep my gaze away from them, the knowledge that at defenseless pregnant woman was being harassed Andi could have done something to help would rid me with guilt. It just wasn''t me.All text ? N?velD(r)a''ma.Org.
I sighed, frustrated at myself. I grabbed my phone from the desk and picked up my coffee. First, I walked to the other far end where the two of them were, just outside the wall. I dropped my coffee and pocketed my phone.
As I tried to devise a n before I intervened, I almost flinched as the man''s rude and hard voice reached me through the ss walls.
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"You are carrying my child, I am this child''s father and you know it!"
Be, who I had thought helpless, sneered coldly. "So what? And why the heck are you raising your voice so loud?"