“But did you in any way open up to him about this matter?” Maximus scrunched his forehead, closing his laptop now.
“I had no intention of telling him.” I shook my head frantically.
“Alright,” he said, intently looking at me.
And then he handed me an envelope. I stared at it for a second before finally coming to my senses. This was the beginning of my battle with Sebastian Lavigne. It’s now or never! Maximus cleared his throat, pulling me out of my trance. Even the way harrumphed screamed authority. This man was radiating with danger, spice, and everything nice.
“You have to sign this document as soon as possible,” he authoritatively said.
I nodded and answered, “I will review this first thing in the morning, and then I’ll come by your office to give it to your secretary.”
I carefully held the envelope to my chest, as if my life depended on it. Divorce cases were stressful, expensive, and depressing. However, I need to push this through. For my peace of mind, my baby’s future, and for the life I’m about to begin moving forward. A long stretch of silence hovered between us, but I could feel Maximus’ hot gaze searing into me. I feigned nervousness despite the tension coursing through me. I suddenly felt conscious.
Why is he staring at me this way? Is he trying to send me a guilt trip?
As I was about to speak, a muscle in my head furiously ticked. Pulling a large breath, I pushed the envelope aside and then gently massaged my aching temples. For the past few weeks, I have been experiencing random headaches, and there were times that they would turn into terrible ones, especially when the triggers arose.
“Are you okay?” Maximus worriedly asked.
Slowly, I looked up at him and said, “I’m feeling dizzy.”
“I’m sending you home, then,” he said and held me by the elbow.
We were silent during the trip. As much as I wanted to ask why he’d offer me a ride home, I couldn’t. Well, I wouldn't deny that I was still in awe since we left the coffee shop. I mean, maybe he’s just being polite because I am his client. Or because I looked like a charity case in this awful situation I am in. Why not? A pregnant woman about to be divorced in a stranger's car. I was at his mercy. Whatever his reason was, it's not my business anymore. And the only thing I'm grateful for was his generosity.