152: A Ghastly Car Accident

YVONNE —

At the Blue Gate Hotel, I had just driven in and steered my car to the parking lot.

As I walked out of the car, I sighed heavily, knowing that my visit here might either end badly or that Mr. Thomas might be disappointed because he would notice I'm pregnant.

"Oh, God. I just pray he does not do anything I did not expect here. I do not want him to catch me off guard. Let him not propose to me, please, because I cannot turn him down in an open space like this," I mumbled to myself.

I gulped hard and took in another heavy breath.

"I do not want to accept a proposal that I will end up going back to him and start telling silly stories. Like telling him that I'm pregnant. Hell no, I do not want such a thing to happen between me and Mr. Thomas," I mumbled, summoning the courage to walk to a seat.

A few minutes later, I sat down, and a black Bentley pulled up and parked just near my car.

"It must be him," my instincts told me.

I fixed my gaze on the car, waiting for the driver to ope