Chapter 10

"Oliver, now that you're divorced… when will you marry me?" No sooner had they stepped out of the headquarters than Melissa clung to Oliver's arms, her voice soft and coquettish. Oliver rubbed his temples, his tone indifferent. "Give it some time. Cynthia and I just finalized the divorce—if we rush into marriage, what will people think?" A flicker of resentment flashed through Melissa's eyes, but she quickly buried it beneath the obedient and gentle mask she'd worn for years. She couldn't risk pushing too hard. Instead, she nodded, pretending to be understanding. "Oliver, I trust you. But my belly's starting to show. In a few months, we won't be able to hide it anymore. I can wait—but our baby can't. Are you really going to let your child be born as an illegitimate one?" Her voice trembled near the end, and she wore the perfect expression of a selfless mother sacrificing for her unborn child. Oliver's gaze drifted to her still-flat stomach. His emotions were a tangled mess.