
After Morning Sickness: My Ex-boyfriend's Plea for Reunion
Chapter 7
The sound of my high heels clicking on the floor felt almost like torture with every step I took.
I kept mentally cheering myself on, but the frustration and anger were overwhelming.
Envy, resentment, and loneliness surged all at once, making me feel incredibly distressed.
The seamless way he'd moved on made the sweet memories we shared seem like cruel jokes.
I dug my nails into my palm, forcing my usual fake smile onto my face just before the elevator doors opened.
To me, they were no longer people but just dollar signs.
When the assistant opened the door, I saw Liam sitting at his desk, looking every bit the urbane professional.
Dressed in a sharp suit and with meticulously styled hair, he radiated that slick city elite vibe. Leah was lounging in front of his desk, gazing at him with affection.
She looked briefly surprised when she saw me; then her tone shifted to one of irritation. "What are you doing here?"
I smiled without replying. It was Liam who spoke up, asking, "Do you two know each other?"
Leah's unease was apparent, and she quickly covered it up with a hint of annoyance. "Not really."
I got straight to the point. "Our newspaper greatly admires Mr. Moore's achievements and would like to request an interview for a feature. I hope you might honor us."
Liam fixed his gaze on me, his eyes steady. "If you, Ms. Foster, are in charge of the entire process, I don't see why I should refuse."