Scars Of A Broken Bond

Trevor didn’t risk placing the breakfast on Shirley’s desk until he was sure the office was empty. If their colleagues were to witness his gesture, they would likely joke and create gossip. Additionally, he was concerned that someone might report them to their supervisor.

“I brought it for you. Just eat it,” Trevor replied.

“I’ve already eaten. You don’t need to bring me breakfast in the future. I’ve told you already that the baby in my belly has nothing to do with you!” Shirley texted back.

Shirley chastised herself for her earlier lack of caution. It wasn’t until she joined the company that she discovered Trevor was also employed there. She felt guilty toward him and tried to keep her distance from him. When they crossed paths, she pretended she didn’t know him.

Trevor believed that the events between them at the hot spring resort significantly impacted Shirley and she was burdened with guilt by it.

Trevor was determined to make amends and avoid causing her any further distress, so he respected her desire to maintain a facade of unfamiliarity between them. As a result, they behaved like typical colleagues.

Being just an intern, Shirley knew her time at the company was limited. She would leave before the summer vacation ended.

Until the noon break that day, a few colleagues didn’t return after going out for lunch. Some had ordered takeout and enjoyed their meals, while others took the opportunity to rest.

After finishing her takeout, Shirley discreetly went to the tea room to take her medication.

Swallowing her medicine, Shirley turned around to find Trevor standing behind her, his gaze fixed on the medicine bottle on the table.

Shirley’s heart raced, and she instinctively grabbed the bottle and stashed it in her pocket.

However, Trevor had already caught sight of the words written on the bottle. His gaze traveled up and down Shirley’s figure, fixing on her belly. Understanding dawned on him, and he realized why she wore loose clothing.

Shirley opened her mouth, attempting to clarify any misunderstandings he may have had.

But before she could speak, Trevor asked in a low tone, “It’s my child, isn’t it?”

Shirley was stunned. “It’s not yours,” she quickly asserted. “It has nothing to do with you.”

“If it’s not mine, then whose is it?” Trevor pressed on.

Shirley’s protruding belly necessitated loose clothing, a telltale sign that the baby was at least four or five months old. In Trevor’s mind, the math left only one plausible option he was the father.

Tyrone had orchestrated Shirley and Trevor’s liaison. Aware that Shirley didn’t have a boyfriend then, Trevor was left questioning the paternity.

Shirley didn’t know how to answer him. To distract him, Shirley falsely stated that the baby was only three months old, hoping to mislead him.

However, Trevor eyed her skeptically. “You got a boyfriend within a month after that? I don’t buy it. I want to meet him!”

Speechless, Shirley grappled with the situation. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Despite Shirley’s persistent denials, Trevor remained steadfast in his belief that the baby in her belly was his. His actions spoke louder than words as he regularly brought her breakfast and lunch.

Particularly lunch.

Trevor advised her that frequent takeout wasn’t healthy for her or the baby and declared his intent to actively participate in raising the child since she chose to keep it.