My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)
Chapter 1381

I frowned. "You're good at giving orders, aren't you?" I said, grinning at him.

He cracked a smile. As he set the document down in front of me, he said, "Take a stroll outside, I don't want you to get bored."

I took the document and left the office. My stomach had been bloated of late. I guessed that it had something to do with my pregnancy. I was probably bloated because the fetus was developing. In the finance department.

As I had been frequenting the office, most of the staff members were acquainted with me. Hence, they were not taken aback when they saw me. To my surprise, I bumped into Kelsey in the finance department I could not remember the last time I saw her.

She seemed to have lost some weight. Her long hair was cut short, giving her a bold and tough look. She looked sophisticated in her outfit, but it was not that her clothes were expensive. Quite the contrary, they were not designer labels, but the color combination and styling were done so well that they lent an air of sophistication to her overall look. She looked like a corporate hotshot.

Our eyes met. "I didn't know you're in Jarold City," I said with a smile.

"I prefer Jarold City, since I'm based here after all. I'm not used to traveling elsewhere." Kelsey replied, also giving me a polite smile.

I shrugged. "Right, I can tell," I said. "You look great!"

It was funny though. I had been frequenting this office building but had never bumped into her. I guessed it must be fate.

She tidied up the documents. She glanced at the Swiss watch on her wrist and said, "We'll get off work soon. Would you like to have dinner together?"

"I'm afraid I can't," I said. "I don't really have time as I have some personal matters to attend to lately. Maybe some other time. Let's hang out another time."

She nodded. "Sure," she replied. "By the way, you seem to have put on some weight. Are you pregnant?"

I was a little surprised that she could tell. I decided not to be forthcoming about it. "Well, we do tend to put on weight if we have been eating a lot," I said. "Alright then, carry on with your work. Let's have dinner and catch up another time."

"Okay," she said. After a moment of hesitation, she looked at me and asked, "How are you and Mr. Roberts doing?"

Her words seemed to have an underlying meaning to them. I could not help but crack a smile as I looked at her. "Why do you ask? Is it because Mr. Roberts has been giving you all a hard time, so you're concerned about him?" I asked.

She smiled. "Not so," she said. "But I have heard some things through the grapevine, so I asked out of curiosity. You know, we women are gossipy."

I gave her a polite smile and said nothing more. "Well, there are indeed lots of gossipy women in the Roberts Group," I echoed.

"Okay then, I'll carry on with my work," she said. "Let's catch up when we're both free."

I nodded. As I walked out of the finance department, I fell into deep thought.

I went to the bathroom on Hendrix's office floor. Pregnant women tend to get constipated, or maybe it was just me.

In the bathroom, somebody was weeping. Then, I could hear someone comforting the poor soul.

"It's okay, just stay away from her. And don't ever provoke her again. You know who you're dealing with. But what's with you provoking her though? Now you'll probably have to pull another all nighter again."