When I arrived, Patrick was already sitting in the living room, a rare look of nervousness in his eyes.
"You’re home late. Where have you been?"
I held up the bag in my hand and replied calmly, "Nothing much. Just some mild stomach discomfort. I went to the hospital for a check-up and picked up some Western medicine."
My health had always been poor, and getting pregnant was a challenge. After the abortion, the doctor had specifically advised me to take Western medicine for recovery.
Seeing that I appeared fine, Patrick finally got to the point. "Did you stop by the company for something today? Why did you leave so quickly after arriving?"
I assumed someone had reported seeing me outside his office. He probably wasn’t sure if I’d witnessed what happened.
In truth, the moment I saw them was brief. His assistant had only fed him a sip of wine and quickly got off his lap.
"I was just passing by your company," I said lightly. "I saw you busy with the assistant, so I didn’t stay long."
He visibly relaxed at my words, but my heart ached.