"You are right." Alan patted his head. How did he forget such an important thing?
If his mother was going to live in Springhill Villa, then the fact that they slept in separate rooms would
definitely be exposed. They had to prepare for it in advance.
Nora and Alan stayed in the Way family for the night. The next day, Alan went to work with Palmer,
while Nora was going back to Springhill Villa.
"Mom, I'll go back and have Freya clean up. You can come tomorrow." Nora wanted to go back first to
check if Freya had gotten it right.
"OK." Anika didn't reject. It was only a day anyway. It didn't matter.
She didn't have anything at Springhill Villa either. So, she had to pack some things she used to.
The driver of the Way family sent Nora back. Nora went upstairs to check. For fear of missing
something, she and Freya carefully checked it twice, and then felt relieved.
"Mrs. Way is coming?" Freya heard it from Alan when he called her yesterday.
"Yes." Nora nodded. Although she really disliked this, it was decided and she had no choice but to
accept it, "She will leave after three months."
"It seems that the Way family values this child very much." Freya's gaze swept over Nora's belly, "If you
can give birth to a boy, the Way family must be very happy."
Rich families had a lot of assets to inherit. So, they all hoped to have boys. Otherwise, how could they
handle their huge assets?
"I like girls." Nora reached out and stroked her belly.
"Since madam likes children so much, you can have more children with Mr. Alan." Freya suggested
with a smile.
"Let's talk about it later." Nora smiled lightly. She didn't want to think about the future yet. She just
wanted to protect this one in her belly right now.
Freya made tea for Nora and then went to work.
Nora called Rose. Yesterday, Rose left with Bright. Nora was not sure if she had left City H and gone
back to City J.
"Rose, are you still in City H?"
"No, we're at Asgard Lake Community." Rose really knew how much Bright missed her after being
brought home by Bright.
His enthusiasm was like a volcanic eruption and amazed her.
"Mr. Bright is supposed to take you back, right? Let's have lunch before you go." Nora wanted to say
goodbye to Rose. There were things she could only say to her.
"OK." Rose wanted to see her, too.
They met at Nora's restaurant. Nora hadn't been to the restaurant for a long time.
Nora thought that as long as she didn't care, no one else would gossip.
Nora didn't choose a private room, but a seat on the second floor beside the glass, with a good view.
She could see the scenery of the busy street there.
She came early. So, she ordered first, made a reservation, and then sat alone reading a magazine and
drinking lemonade.
It was not time for lunch yet. So, there was no one on the second floor.
She looked up into the distance and picked up a glass of water with one hand to drink, not noticing that
a figure was approaching until the dark shadows enveloped her.
Thinking it was Rose, Nora turned her head, "Sit down..."
The smile on Nora's face froze as she saw the person coming clearly. She felt the air around her was
thinner.
Oca reached out and clasped her slender wrist, ordering, "Come with me."
"I have an appointment with Rose," Nora twisted her wrist, trying to break free of his grip.
She was in a panic. She knew what he wanted to do. So, she would never go with him.
Oca's eyes were cold and sharp. His voice was low and mellow. He restrained himself, "Nora, I don't
want to be rude."
"I'd like to see what a gentleman like Mr. Oca will look like when you are rude." Although Nora was
scared, she was stubborn.
"You made me do it." Oca easily pulled her up in the chair, and then kicked the chair.
The chair fell to the ground, making a clear and heavy sound.
Nora was so scared that she didn't dare to move. Oca then grabbed her waist with one hand and
picked her up. No matter how she struggled, it was useless. She could only be taken away by him.
"Oca, what are you doing? Let go of me! Are you crazy? This is my restaurant!" Nora didn't want her
staff to see them and reminded them that she had teased Oca when she was drunk.
"So I won't be the one who is most embarrassed. Why am I afraid?" Oca smiled and had no intention of
letting go of her.
Nora tightened her grip on the man's black shirt. Seeing he was determined, her heart were trembling.
She was afraid that they would be seen by the staff if she was carried out of the restaurant by Oca.
Soon, it would be the time for lunch. They would be seen by others. As the Way family's daughter-in-
law, she could not let this happen.
Alan had given so much for her. She couldn't hurt him and embarrass him like this.
"Oca, don't ... don't do this, please!" Her pale lips trembled as she pleaded.
"How nice to behave like this." Oca turned around and carried her to the box on the third floor.
He had booked a box here long ago for his own convenience.
Since Nora left the Way family, he had someone follow her. He had thought he would have to wait
some days to meet her alone. Unexpectedly, he saw her yesterday and met her today, which just gave
him a good chance. So, how could he let go of such a good chance?
Oca put Nora into the sofa. Nora was about to get up as soon as she was free. But Oca saw through
her thoughts and leaned forward, bracing his hands on the back of the sofa, trapping her in his aura.
The strong scent of him made her a little dizzy, "Stay away from me!"
"We've done the most intimate things. Do you still care about that distance?" Oca now took off the
disguise of a gentleman and showed Nora how bad he was.
He had already showed his another face to Nora anyway. So, he didn't have to pretend anymore.
Nora refrained from remembering that chaotic night, "Mr. Oca, I will still refuse your last offer now. So
please remember who you are."
"You know that's not what I want to ask." Oca's gaze moved from her delicate face, down her graceful
swan neck and landed on her flat belly, "Who is the father of the child in your belly?"
This was the question Nora was most reluctant to face. But she was still questioned by him now.
She smiled brightly, "Mr. Oca, are you kidding? Of course the child is mine."
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