NovelEnglishChapter 192
In the car.
Just as Rupert and Bridget settled into their seats, the driver, donning white gloves, awkwardly turned to Rupert.
"Sir, if we're not heading to the office, I'll take Madison Avenue then."
"Sure."
Rupert responded softly, continuing to rest with his eyes closed.
Bridget then realized the driver wasn't the familiar face she was used to and curiously asked, "Why did we
suddenly change drivers? He doesn't even know his way around." With his eyes still closed, Rupert's voice was
cold, "Not knowing the way can be fixed, not recognizing who pays your salary cannot."
A crack appeared on Bridget's face, her freshly manicured nails digging into the leather seat.
Yet, she maintained a smile, "Understood."
The rest of the ride passed in silence.
Upon reaching the Simpson family estate, Bridget didn't dare to ask Rupert to stay longer, merely said goodbye,
and scurried out of the car like she was escaping. Rupert didn't linger either and walked away.
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Perhaps it was the overwhelming pressure, but Bridget felt a wave of weakness wash over her, her stomach
churning.
She pushed past the butler who cto help with her gown, and rushed into the bathroom to vomit.
"Ugh...ugh..."
At that moment, Miriam's car also arrived, and a servant hurried over.
"Madam, Miss seems to have eaten something bad, she's been vomiting."
"I'll go check on her." Miriam said, while instructing, "Prepare sginger coffee."
She thought Bridget had overindulged at the party.
Just reaching the bathroom door, she heard the sounds of retching and hesitated.
"What's going on?" she quickly asked.
"It's nothing." Bridget turned on the tap to rinse her mouth and wash her face.
In the mirror, Miriam's face was all smiles.
"Bridget, are you pregnant?"
Bridget's hands froze, and the color drained from her face.
Miriam clapped her hands excitedly, "Oh my! This is wonderful! If you're pregnant, Rupert will surely marry you
soon, and then who cares about Sylvia."
She was dreaming about the future.
But Bridget's face turned pale, raising her voice to interrupt, "Don't be ridiculous! I'm not pregnant!"
After saying that, she headed upstairs.
Miriam followed, chirping, "Are you mad? This is great news! Don't you want to secure your position by marrying
Rupert?" Bridget paused, marrying Rupert?
She wanted to, of course.
But what about Rupert?
"Mom, | said I'm not pregnant, stop making things up, it's embarrassing."
Frustrated, Bridget retreated to her room, lying on the bed, she immediately checked her period tracker app.
It showed she was eight days late.
She scrolled through the previous months, which were always on time, except for this one.
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Could it have been last month when Rupert cto her apartment?
No, how could it be possible from just one time?
She quickly asked the maid to bring up sginger coffee, thinking maybe her cycle was delayed due to stress.
The next day at work.
As Sylvia entered the office, Christine was packing up her things.
Despite being dressed in unfamiliar designer clothes and wearing impeccable makeup, her tiredness was
evident.
Colleagues whispered, "Heard she
got dumped by Eloise's husband. He even tried to reconcile with Eloise in the middle of the night, only to be
kicked out."
"Eloise is still Eloise without a husband, but what is she without Eloise's husband? Playing undercover and ending
up playing herself out."
The colleagues didn't hide their disdain for Christine.
Hearing this, Christine, holding her belongings, loudly declared, "What am 1? I'm about to marry into wealth! You
wage workers can keep slaving away." Everyone looked at her as if she were delusional.
Eloise, just entering, glanced over Christine, coldly stating, "I'll be reclaiming every penny spent on you as
marital assets. You better have the means to pay back, or else being a debtor will ruin the rest of your life."
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