Amanda, who was nestling in his arms, moved and asked, “Daddy, when can we see mommy?”
Cormac looked down at his daughter and patted her back, “Sleep for a while. You’ll see her when you wake up.”
If they set off now, they should be able to reach city C before it got dark.
The car quickly drove past the two figures by the river.
When Cormac looked out of the window, he had already passed the part of the road and missed Loredana.
And Loredana, standing by the river, was completely unaware of the passing of her son, daughter and Cormac behind her.
She was just shocked that Charles had married only for the sake of his career.
She couldn’t agree with such a course of action.
“The woman you’re marrying is someone who will be with you for the rest of your life. How can you just want someone’s family to be good?”
“Then what should I be looking for?” Charles tilted his head to look at her.
“At least some good feelings for her. Otherwise, if the girl who marries you knows that you are only doing it for your career, she might hate you in the future.”
Marriage was a second birth for a woman. She didn’t have the opportunity to choose what kind of family she was born into and what parents she had for her first half-life.
But, it was possible to choose a husband, to decide what kind of person to spend the rest of her life with.
Charles was clearly taking advantage of someone else.
“I’d like to, but how can I control my heart too?” He smiled and asked, “Do you have a good way? Can you teach me?”
Loredana avoided his gaze, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
In particular, Charles actually wanted to say that it was the same as anyone else if it wasn’t Loredana.
“You’re pretty today.” His gaze fell on Loredana’s dress, a pink V-neck dress, with the knee-length silk skirt wrapping around her slender body and fine legs. The beaded flowers made out of tiny pearls embroidered on the skirt and the slight bulge on her belly made the elegant and graceful dress looked even more gorgeous.
Perhaps it was a woman who had become a mother that could give off this kind of warm and soft feeling in her body.
Loredana smiled politely and didn’t reply.
She felt whatever she said could be answered by Charles with something she couldn’t answer.
So she just didn’t open her mouth.
Then neither of them spoke again, just standing in silence. As the sun got higher and higher, the cool shadows by the river shifted position too.
Loredana said, “Today is your big day. You should have a lot of things to do. It’s better to go back early.”
Charles hummed. He then called Tom, and they left the riverside.
On the other side, Cormac, who was already on the highway, received a message from Theresa. There wasn’t any text, but just pictures.
With Loredana’s permission, Theresa had looked at the contents of the file bag. She was utterly not well after reading it, and she understood why Loredana seemed so terrible.
She didn’t know what conspiracy was in it and didn’t think as much as Loredana did. She only wanted to tell Cormac that such a thing had happened and ask him if it was true or not?
Because she was afraid that Loredana would be hurt.
She had experienced betrayal and knew what it felt like.
Cormac was just as shocked as she was. He had never even met the woman in the photo, but how could there be so many photos like this.
Where had Theresa gotten them from?
He quickly called the number back, and soon the other end picked up.
Theresa’s anxious voice came through, “What’s going on? Is it real?”
“Where did you get these photos?” Cormac’s voice was icy as he asked that who had taken these photos. If Theresa knew all about it, did Loredana see the images too? Was there any misunderstanding?
“Didn’t I tell you last time that someone sent something over without a signature or address, and after Lola read them, she asked me to give them to you, but you said to put them here with me first.” “She had seen it, right?” Cormac felt unsettled, afraid that Loredana would take it seriously and misunderstand it. He was worried that she would get angry and get pissed off. After all, she was pregnant now. To be fair, he would also freak out if Loredana had such a picture in front of him.
“Of course, she had seen them. She looked terrible after seeing them. So that’s why I’m curious that are these real?”
“Of course not. Please keep an eye on her for me. I’ll be back soon.” As Cormac was about to hang up, Theresa’s voice came through again, “She’s not here. She has gone to White City.” “What did you say?”
“She’s gone to White City. Charles is getting married, and she’s been invited to the wedding.”
“I see.” He hung up the phone and said to Armand, who was driving, “Turn around ahead. We’re going back to White City.”
Armand was puzzled and asked, “Why? Who did you call just now? Did something happen?”
Cormac spoke sternly, “I told you to turn around. Why so much talking?”
He was anxious that she was coming to White City at this point. Who knew what Charles had up his sleeves?
‘Would he take advantage of Loredana when she was in a state of chaos?’
‘Marriage?’
‘Who is he getting married to? So soon? Is it a deliberate ruse to trick Loredana?’
He was so testy because he knew Charles thoughts on Loredana.
Armand glanced backwards. Only then did he notice Cormac’s ghastly pale face. He dared not to say a single word, immediately got off the highway from the exit ahead, took the road below, and then got on the opposite lane.
Cormac closed his eyes, feeling that he was too impulsive. Now that he calmed down and thought about it, how did these photos appear in front of Loredana?
It was evident that they had come for him and knew about his relationship with Loredana.
He relaxed and dialled Boyce’s number.
Soon the call was answered. Boyce’s voice came through first before he spoke, “I was just about to call you.”
“What’s going on?” Boyce wouldn’t want to call Cormac if nothing was going on.
“You asked me to keep an eye on Declan, but I couldn’t find him. He doesn’t seem to be in City B.” Boyce felt strange.
Cormac realized instantly that those photos were all made by Declan.
‘He’s not in City B, maybe in city C?’
New Book: Beginning with a Daring Encounter
Celsie was tired of being labeled as an introvert, workaholic, and dull virgin by her friends. Determined to prove them wrong, she made a bet that she would do something daring on her 25th birthday. Now that the day had arrived, it was time to fulfill her promise. On her daring to-do list, there was one task: a one-night stand with someone.