Time is Silent, But True Love Will

I thought to myself, "Even though we're divorced and have no ties, hiding a pregnancy for long is just not sustainable.

Jaxton is not just sharp but eagle-eyed.

I don't think I can stick around in this company anymore."

Without returning to the meeting room, I swiftly typed a resignation letter.

After a hasty pack-up of my belongings in the office, I made a beeline for the company's entrance.

With a honk, a sleek black car pulled up beside me.

I quickly stepped aside to make way.

The window rolled down, revealing Jaxton's face.

I was taken aback, thinking, "Is the meeting already over?

Or did my resignation not go through? What new twist is this?"

"Get in," Jaxton stated bluntly.

"No need, Mr. Munoz, I..."

I started to refuse, but he swiftly clicked the door open.

I hesitated, but with his car arrogantly blocking the traffic, I gritted my teeth and hopped into the passenger seat.

His flawlessly chiseled face entered my line of sight, the familiar scent of his cologne lingering around me.

My face started to flush, memories of that fiery night post-divorce flooding my mind.

I turned my head to look out the window, trying to distract myself.

His charm was overpowering.

It had been three months since our divorce, yet here I was, entertaining foolish thoughts.

As the car pulled into the parking lot, I caught sight of the gleaming sign of Central Hospital.

My breath caught in my throat.

I wondered, "Jaxton's capabilities are not to be underestimated, but could he really have found out about my pregnancy so quickly? I myself just knew!"

Seizing the moment as he parked, I dashed towards the back door, taking a taxi to my residence.

When we divorced, I left with just a piece of paper, moving so swiftly that he had no time to react, resulting in no significant property division.

In a third-tier city like Olivano, my savings were only enough to buy a modest apartment in the suburbs.

I had initially planned to work hard to afford a bigger house, but now it seemed unnecessary.

Regardless of Jaxton's intentions, I knew I had to cut ties swiftly and leave.

I enlisted a real estate agent to sell the apartment at a low price, booked a flight and hotel for the evening, and began tidying up the room.

But it was more like a massive purge.

As I held the glass dome with dried roses, my heart skipped a beat.

I had promised myself to let go after three months of divorce, but when the time came to leave, I still hesitated.

This rose was given to me by Jaxton at a birthday ball hosted for him, where he was the center of attention.

The event was grand, with Jaxton dressed simply in white and black, exuding a nonchalant air as he unwrapped exquisitely packaged gifts.

Even in his simplicity, he remained the most striking figure in the room.

When the music stopped, the room fell silent.

The person whose gift Jaxton opened first would be his dance partner for the opening dance.

My gaze fell on the bottommost black gift box.

I had gifted him a deep blue wristwatch, barely meeting the standards of the other gifts but representing half a year's worth of odd jobs for me.

This was the stark contrast between us.

This unrequited love was destined to remain unfulfilled, a feeling I never harbored expectations for.

Liking him was my own business.

I reached for the champagne, downing several glasses in an attempt to drown my sorrows.

Suddenly, the room erupted in whispers.

Dazed, I turned back to see the deep blue wristwatch in Jaxton's hands, which was gleaming under the lights.