After munching on snacks for over half an hour, I was finally stuffed.
"Hey, if you’re not too busy, could you give a lift to the hotel?" I was so full that I didn’t feel like walking or hailing a cab
Since Damon was still hanging around, I decided to swallow my pride and ask.
Damon didn’t respond, he just turned and headed towards his car.
I quickly followed suit
At the hotel, I thanked Damon and then hurried back to my room.
Lana and I had separate rooms. I wasn’t sure if she was sleeping, so I sent her a ssage to let her know I was back.
Lana replied. "Alright"
Then I took a shower and started looking up pregnancy tips on my bed. I had decided to keep the baby and raise him on my own.
This was my first child, and I didn’t want to give him up. Even though I could provide him a good life, he would still lack a father’s love.
The next morning. I was awakened by the alarm clock. After quickly getting dressed and putting on light makeup, I t up with Lana. She was driving and I was sitting in the passenger seat, heading towards the City.
The drive took about four or five hours. By the ti we arrived, it was around two in the afternoon.
My partners had already made contact. They had booked a hotel and planned to host a welco dinner for and Lana to discuss our future collaboration.
"I’m beat, let’s rest up a bit before heading out for dinner," I said to Lana while lying on my bed in our twin room.
"Sounds good, I could use a break too" Lana responded, stretching out on the other bed.
She was around the sa age as , not from around here, but after completing her university studies in her country, she went abroad to work.
The funniest thing was that she had also studied in the sa city as . So when I attended Luna wedding, she was essentially returning to her old stomping ground. She even went to pay homage to a friend.
Lana said. The only reason I got a job at President Brooke’s company was because I studied in the sa city. He’s very patriotic and misses his hotown, so he offered a job. And I’ve been here ever since."
The President Brooke she was talking about was my uncle Harold.
"No wonder Mr. Brooke asked you to co with , you know this place well!" I said, lying in bed with my eyes closed.
"Yeah, but I haven’t been back ho in a while. Eliana, you’re related to Mr. Brooke, right?" Lana asked, "You two seem pretty close."
I didn’t hide anything, "Yes, he’s my uncle."
Lana laughed, "And I said, you two share the sa surna and look alike, Are you single?"
No one at the company knew about my situation back ho, except for Harry Brooke.
Naturally, Lana didn’t know about my divorce either.
"Well, I guess you could say I’m single," I tried to change the subject, "What about you? You seem single too."
"I’m a non–marriageable person, " Lana replied.
"You’re so good, I’m sure there are plenty of n chasing after you. Why don’t you consider getting married?" I couldn’t help but open my eyes and turn to look at Lana on the other bed, "Did you have a bad experience with love?"
Lana was silent for a mont, when she spoke again, there was a hint of anger in her voice, "n are unreliable. What’s the point of saying ’I love you? They can change their minds at any ti, they can even choose to love other won while they claim to love you"
This reminded of Damon, and I was left speechless.
Our conversation ended there, Lana seed to have rembered sothing unpleasant and turned over, not speaking anymore. I closed my eyes again and fell into a deep sleep.
By nightti, I was awoken by Lana’s urging. Yawning, I got up and hurried off to the hotel arranged by our partners.
The liaison sent by our partners was a friendly man in his forties nad Ferris. He was accompanied by a few younger employees, seemingly there to learn
I wasn’t bothered about this, my attention was on Dennis, who had ordered a table full of seafood.
The mont the first dish of garlic stir–fried tiger prawns was served, I felt disgusted. Just the sll made my stomach churn.
Next ca seafood sashimi, seafood salad, seafood stew Each dish made feel worse
Finally, I excused myself to the restroom in the middle of the conversation. Since I hadn’t eaten much, I couldn’t even throw up.
When I ca out of the restroom, I felt dizzy and my legs were weak.
I leaned against the wall and slowly made my way back to the private room, when suddenly I heard soone behind call my na, "Eliana?"
I turned around, and it was Jones
He quickly walked over and held up. "Have you been drinking?"
"No, just a stomach discomfort," I replied.
"Weren’t you just checked out? Do you have a stomach problem? Why haven’t you treated it" Jones asked sternly.
I shook my head, "It’s nothing serious, just gastritis. Sotis it makes nauseous. What are you doing here?"
Jones told he had co here with a few senior professors from the hospital for a three–day dical exchange. Today was the first day. During our conversation, we reached the door of the private room, "Alright, I’m here for work with my colleague. Thank you"
"Go in," Jones let go of my arm..
As I opened the door to enter the private room, Lana, who was sitting opposite the door, glanced at the entrance and her face changed.
I instinctively looked back and saw Jones looking at Lana with an indescribable expression.
Did they know each other? I imdiately had doubts.
Judging by their expressions, not only did they know each other, it seed like they had so unpleasant history.
I let go of the door and it closed, blocking their line of sight
Next, I obviously felt that Lana was a little distracted, and I had to handle most of the details. Because we could not reach a consensus on so issues, the contract was not signed after the dinner. "Ms. Brooke and Ms. Lana, let’s talk about this separately once we get back ho. I reckon our two companies would make a perfect match, and there’s a whole lot of sincerity on both sides. Hopefully, we can work out so small issues together." Dennis said, before we parted ways.
"Alright, Mr. Dennis, cheers for the hospitality tonight." I responded.
After parting, Lana and I headed back to our hotel for so shut–eye. On the way back, she seed to have a lot on her mind.
I could tell she wanted to ask sothing, but she had been hesitating.
Finally, back in the hotel room, fresh out of the shower, Lana couldn’t hold back anymore. "Eliana, do you know Jones?" she asked.
"Yeah, what’s up? Do you know him too?" I sat down, throwing the question back at her.
"Are you two tight?" Lana asked again.
"We’re just regular friends." A suspicion began to creep into my mind. Had Lana and Jones had a thing before?
But as far as I knew, Jones had never had a girlfriend. Even with Catherine, she got together with Damon just as Jones started to have feelings for her.
Seeing the look on Lana’s face, I got a bad feeling. "Lana, why are you asking about this? Is there... sothing going on between you two?"
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