Chapter 31 Blurting Out the Truth in a Rush
This woman, always talking nonsense, made it hard for anyone to tell whether she was being honest or just putting up a farce.
Finnegan just stared at Ophelia, and Ophelia, knowing better, walked over, "Mr. Abbott."
"Do you like women, Miss Sinclair?" Finnegan asked with an expressionless face, showing neither pleasure nor anger, "Didn't you say you had a fiancé last time?"
Ophelia fell silent.
Should she now say that she swung both ways? How would Finnegan look at her then?
She couldn't keep using Magnus as a shield forever, lies always get exposed eventually. Ophelia honestly said, "Actually, I don't have a fiancé. The guy downstairs at the company last time is just a friend. We grew up together in an orphanage. I was just trying to get a male colleague to stop hitting on me last time. I made up the story on the spot. Mr. Abbott, if you think I'm not suitable to be your secretary, you can transfer me to another position."
Ophelia would love to move to another position. That way, she wouldn't have to see Finnegan, and her life could return to normal. If Finnegan ever remembered what happened that night, she would be doomed.
Finnegan's deep eyes stared at her, "Single?"
Ophelia kept her head down, "Single."
Finnegan had a rule for hiring secretaries: he didn't hire single women.
She thought Finnegan would be angry, but instead, he just turned around and walked back into the hotel.
Ophelia didn't know what Finnegan was thinking. She couldn't figure it out. Would he settle the score when they returned to City A?
Back in her hotel room, Ophelia quickly fell asleep; it seemed like she barely had a care in the world. As for how Finnegan would deal with her, she wouldn't worry about things that hadn't happened yet.
However, after learning that Ophelia was single, something changed in Finnegan's heart. It was a subtle change, and he hadn’t yet realized it.
The next day.
After breakfast, Ophelia went to knock on Finnegan's door.
Soon, Finnegan opened the door.
Ophelia waited at the door, "Mr. Abbott, what's the plan for today?"
She couldn't just come to play for two days and do nothing.
"In ten minutes, you’ll come with me to Bright Reach Company," Finnegan said, "We're going to meet my uncle."
The Bright Reach Company was under the Abbott Corporation, and Finnegan's uncle had been managing it.
"Yes, Mr. Abbott."
Ten minutes later.
On the way to Bright Reach Company.
Ophelia couldn't help but ask, "Mr. Abbott, why did you choose to bring me to City B? It seems like I can't help much."
Finnegan sneered, "At least you're self-aware."
Ophelia didn’t know how to respond.
She pretended to have a sudden realization, "So you brought me here to lift your spirits, Mr. Abbott."
That was what Finnegan had said last time.
She felt quite invigorated, throughout the trip she had done nothing but irritate him.
While driving, Finnegan said, "My uncle knows my movements in the company; he has his own spies there. It's safer to bring you."
Ophelia was somewhat confused.
It was already a big deal for Finnegan to explain anything to her, let alone such complex family matters.
Ophelia didn't ask any more questions.
Just then, Ophelia noticed the red light ahead, but Finnegan showed no signs of slowing down.
As they neared the intersection, Ophelia's toes curled in anxiety. "Mr. Abbott, the light is red..." Before she could finish her sentence, Finnegan had already run the red light.
To avoid oncoming traffic, he even executed a drift, causing Ophelia's head to hit the car door.
Finnegan kept driving without slowing down, constantly changing lanes and executing several risky maneuvers.
Ophelia's heart was in her throat from fear, and she cried out, "Finnegan, what are you doing? Slow down! Even though I lied to you and made you angry, you shouldn't risk our lives like this!"
The car nearly collided with others several times, and Ophelia, terrified, closed her eyes in despair. However, she soon heard an even more despairing sentence, "The brakes have failed."
Hearing this, Ophelia's eyes flew open to look at the brakes. Finnegan was stepping on them, but it was of no use.
Ophelia panicked, but she chose to stay quiet. She couldn't help, so she decided the best thing to do was to keep quiet and let him focus on driving. She had always been self-aware in that respect.
Although Finnegan couldn't slow down the car, he always kept the driver's side in the most dangerous position.
Ophelia chose not to look ahead. She left the future and the road ahead to Finnegan. She stared at him, watching his hands tightly gripping the steering wheel as the veins on the back of his hand bulged. He probably felt as tense as her, but he was much better at hiding it. Because of his calmness, Ophelia felt a strange sense of security.
Finnegan had noticed Ophelia's every move. She wasn't screaming in terror like other women would. She was very calm. Her calmness in the face of death surprised Finnegan.
As Finnegan swerved to avoid other vehicles and headed towards an uninhabited area, he asked her, "Aren't you afraid of dying?"
"I am," Ophelia's voice trembled, "My legs are weak, Finnegan, I don't want to die; I haven't seen my baby born yet..."
The car was out of control; it was rushing downhill and heading straight for a reservoir. Once they crashed into it, there would only be one outcome: death.
In this desperate situation, not wanting to leave any regrets, Ophelia turned to Finnegan. As if she was giving her last words, she shouted, " Finnegan, I'm carrying your child."
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