Brittany had no idea that people were talking about her. After taking a few days off to recuperate, she plunged back into her work with renewed vigor. During her lunch break, after finishing a sandwich, she returned to her lounge.
No sooner had she lied down when there was a knock at the door.
Then, the door swung open.
Her assistant rarely barged into her office, so instinctively, Brittany sat up, her body tense. She threw off the covers, got up, and without thinking, pulled open a drawer to grab a paring knife.
That's when she heard—
"Bri?"
At the sound of the voice, Brittany quickly put down the knife.
Then, Isaac pushed the door wider, spotting Brittany's defensive move, "Bri, you alright?"
Brittany shook her head, closing the drawer, "What brings you here?"
Isaac walked over, pulling her into an embrace, inhaling her scent, which always brought him peace, "Just got back from a business trip."
Brittany, accustomed to his presence, instinctively wrapped her arms around his waist, "Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"
"Wanted to surprise you."
"Did anyone see you—"
"No one."
Isaac lifted her up, "Heard about the chess club thing at your office. Interested?"
"Not really."
The last few days had been rough on Brittany. Chess was the least of her worries.
Isaac, missing her terribly, attempted to kiss her.
Brittany dodged, "Not now."
She had a meeting in the afternoon and couldn't afford to skip a nap.
Isaac raised an eyebrow, feeling rejected, "Don't miss me?"
Brittany took his hand, placing it on her stomach, "I'm pregnant."
That meant, no time for lovemaking.
Isaac froze.
His body stiffened, the warmth in his palm fading, "Pregnant?"
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