My Sweet Wife

“Okay.”

Sophie Sabastian left with the two photographers, not realizing that her every move just now landed in the eyes of the man standing in front of the window in a conference room on the second floor of the villa.

Leonardo Cooper watched Sophie Sabastian leave, a rare thin smile on his taut face, durable and confusing.

The other people in the conference room looked at the man standing at the window, we do not understand, how the meeting opened in the middle, President Cooper stood there and did not move, ten minutes of sight did not move a bit.

This meeting … still open or not?

Finally, we see President Cooper turned back, immediately spirit of a shake, hurry to sit up straight body.

Which like Leonardo Cooper just picked up the cell phone placed on the desktop, said, “Take a break for ten minutes.”

Then stood back up to the window and dialed a phone number in passing.

Crowd: “…”

After waiting for ten seconds or so, when the call went through, Leonardo Cooper spoke coolly, “Tell Manager Sergio that if Zona has any resources for international brands on hand to give them all to other artists, and she’ll give them general resources.”

“Okay, President Cooper.”

…

Back at the TV station an hour later with the air conditioning blowing, Sophie Sabastian felt alive.

“You’re really, really working hard too, aren’t you?” A tall woman with long wavy hair came over, she handed Sophie Sabastian a bottle of green tea and grumbled with a delicate frown.

“This Zona was already relying on her high fame, not putting hosts like us in her eyes, you’re still waiting there for half an hour to interview her, this weather, aren’t you afraid of getting a sunburn on your skin?”

“Fame is what brings ratings to our station!” Sophie Sabastian spat out her tongue, only in front of her best friend, Ximena, could she still play a little bit.

It’s just that Ximena has been on vacation a lot lately, so Viola and her are the only ones who watch each other in the office on weekdays.

“Sophie, aren’t you guys going to eat?” A colleague from the finance department passed this way with two lunchboxes, “I’m going to the cafeteria at this moment, what are you guys going to eat, I’ll bring it for you?”

“Vom-” Sophie Sabastian just smiled and wanted to say no, when Ximena next to her suddenly covered her mouth and ran to the trash basket to dry-heave.

Flabbergasted, she rushed over and patted Ximena on the back, “Is everything okay?”

Ximena waved her hand, and when she looked up, her face was a little white, “It’s fine, it should be from not eating.”

“I don’t think so, right?” Colleague is a person who has been here before, looked at Ximena twice, full of suspicion: “You didn’t throw up earlier or later, but when I brought the fish soup over here, you threw up.”Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After a pause, someone said uncertainly, “Is it … pregnant?”

“Ah, it can’t be, can it?” Sophie Sabastian cried, “Ximena doesn’t even have a boyfriend, how …”

“I’m sorry, Sophie,” Ximena held Sophie Sabastian’s hand and stuttered, “I have a boyfriend, but I’m not sure if we’ll be together, so I haven’t told you.”

Sophie Sabastian: “…”

“Sophie, I know we agreed that we’d definitely talk about it when we got a boyfriend, but I was really going to date for a few more months to see before I told you, so don’t be mad, okay?”

“You’re still dating for a few more months?” I’m angry, but Sophie Sabastian is more concerned about her, “I’ll get back to you later, I’ll go with you to the drugstore to buy a pregnancy test to see if you’re really pregnant.”

“Don’t bother, I have it there!” The coworker said.

Waiting for her colleague to bring the pregnancy test over, Sophie Sabastian accompanied Ximena to the restroom.

After waiting for a few minutes at the door, Sophie Sabastian saw Ximena come out, her face slightly happy, one hand still resting on her belly, her eyes wide, “No way, really pregnant?”

Ximena nods excitedly, “Well, really pregnant.”