Chapter 54 The Pregnancy Can't Be Hidden Anymore
Ophelia regretted staying; she should not have indulged in idle chitchat.
Earlier, when Finnegan had asked if she'd been to The Ritz-Carlton, she said no, but now, her secret was out.
Before Ophelia could answer, Lisa added fuel to the fire, "Oh, Ophelia has been there, Mr. Abbott. The location for our secretary department's dinner this time was even recommended by Mr. Smith. He specifically mentioned that Ophelia had been there before."
Ophelia remained silent. She didn't need Lisa to answer for her.
Now, it was truly impossible for her to take back what had been said.
Finnegan looked at her coldly—his silence sent chills down her spine.
Ophelia forced a laugh and said, “Yes, I've been there. I only stayed a little while that day and wasn't too familiar with it."
Then, turning to Lisa, she added, "Lisa, you should still send me the address. I’m worried I might not find the place."
"Sure, I'll post the address in the group chat," Lisa replied, oblivious to the tension. "Mr. Abbott, I'll get back to my work then."
"Mr. Abbott, I should get going as well..." Ophelia also wanted to escape.
Finnegan's voice was icy, "Miss Sinclair, stay."
Ophelia's heart raced and guilt flooded over her as she stood still.
With Lisa gone, only Finnegan and Ophelia remained in the office.
Despite the air conditioning set to 77°F, Ophelia felt as if it were several degrees below freezing; she even began to shiver from the cold.
Finnegan stood up and approached her expressionlessly, as his deep eyes fixed on her intently, "Miss Sinclair, when did you go to The Ritz-Carlton?"
This time, Ophelia dared not lie; she couldn't deceive Finnegan, and lying would only arouse his suspicions.
She admitted openly, "On the fifth of last month. It was a company department dinner, and I was there for almost an hour before I went home."
Finnegan’s tone was still cold as he probed, "Why did you lie before?"
He was questioning why she had lied about never having been there.
With sincerity, Ophelia responded, "Mr. Abbott, I honestly didn’t remember at the time. It was so long ago that I had forgotten it was The Ritz-Carlton we went to until Lisa just mentioned it."
Finnegan's gaze was locked onto her, observing every nuance of her expression with hawk-like intensity, as if trying to see right through to her core.
Yet from her reactions, he couldn’t find any trace of deception.
Was she hiding something too well, or was it really not her that night?
Just like Caspian had said, wouldn't any woman who ended up in his bed be eager to cling to him, seizing the chance to advance in life?
There were many women who wore mint scents, and those with long black hair were even more common.
It was just that Ophelia happened to wear that scent, and she, too, had long black hair. Seraphina did as well, so none of these details proved anything.
Finnegan withdrew his gaze from her, his tone indifferent as he gave her an order, "Go and prepare for this afternoon's meeting."
"Yes, Mr. Abbott." Ophelia left the office, secretly letting out a sigh of relief.
That had been too close.
Had Finnegan not forgotten about that night?
Did he intend to find the woman from that night and deal with her?
Because of the incident, Ophelia felt uneasy all afternoon; her mind was scattered as she prepared the meeting materials.
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