Nheless, Mia couldn’t bring herself to stay any longer. Ignoring Timothy’s words, she swiftly
opened the car door and dashed away.
Observing her departure, Timothy eventually averted his gaze, leaning back against the seat with his
legs spread apart.
He loosened his tie, feeling the cool air embrace him.
Unable to resist, he reached for a cigarette, taking a deep drag in an attempt to calm the turmoil within
him.
His eyes wandered to their former marital home nearby, brimming with deep contemtion.
As Mia left in her car, she finally breathed a sigh of relief.
However, as she recalled the incident with the little boy, she couldn’t shake off the deep
embarrassment she felt.
Her initial intention had been to yfully tease Timothy, diverting his attention
to avoid raising any suspicion on his part, especially at such a critical moment when she wanted to
avoid any unexpectedplications.
However, she hadn’t foreseen ending up in a situation so awkward and
potentially damaging to her reputation.
Seated in the passenger seat, Peyton spoke up, “Ms. Mia, does Mr. Barrett really have no inkling about
your identity?”
“He has had doubts before but hasn’t found any solid evidence yet. By the way, when I visited Aunt
Patricia, was anyone tailing me?”
“No, there wasn’t anyone.”
“That’s reassuring. It’s peculiar though. Timothy clearly suspects my identity, yet he hasn’t assigned
anyone to monitor my activities. I’m starting to wonder
about his true intentions.”
As Mia pondered the sight of the marital vi, a sense of déjà vu washed over her.
The memory of Shelly and Luna’s falling down the stairs at Aide Castlest time strangely evoked a
faint recollection within her.
Rubbing her temples, Mia sensed an intuition that her memories would soon resurface.
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Later that night, Mia returned to the hospital to apany Ginger.
Upon awakening the next morning, Mia was startled, her gaze locked onto the ceiling above her.
Last night, she had dreamt about Timothy–both of them entangled in the sheets without any clothes on!
What sort of dream was that?
Could it be that after four years without intimacy, she would begin experiencing erotic dreams
whenever she interacted with a man?
But why did it have to be Timothy, of all people? It all felt too absurd.
Despite this, Miaposed herself, washed her face, and quietly left the hospital room after checking
on the sleeping Ginger.
As Mia stepped outside for some fresh air, she saw Timothy emerging from the elevator in a suit,
apanied by a medical staff.
As Timothy approached her, Mia’s eyes instinctively dropped to his shirt, unable to resist admiring his
physique.
Collecting herself, Mia greeted him, “You’re here at the hospital already? Have you managed to handle
everything at the office?”
“I’ve cleared my schedule for the week, so I arrived early to get everything sorted. I’ll be checking in
tonight,” Timothy exined.
Mia offered a faint smile. “Sure, once you’re settled in at the hospital, Ginger and I can swing by to
keep youpany if you’re feeling bored.”
Timothy raised an eyebrow. “Join me at noon.”
“Where are we headed?”
“You’ll find out soon enough.”
Mia nodded in response. “Alright.”
After Timothy finalized the hospital admission procedures, he swiftly left to tend to his business
matters.
Around noon, following her lunch with Ginger, Mia received a WhatsApp
message from Timothy. “Meet me downstairs.”
Exiting the hospital, Mia spotted Timothy’s car waiting for her.
As the window rolled down, she noticed Timothy seated in the back. “Hop in,” he instructed.
Miaplied, settling into the seat beside him. Her attention was immediately drawn to theptop
resting on hisp. It seemed that he was still engrossed in work.
Timothy proceeded to open a file, swiftly perusing its contents. His expression grew serious as he
directed Heath, saying, “The data is incorrect. Schedule an online video conference with everyone.”