Chapter: 122

"Mr. Hewitt, it would be wise to reconcile and bring her back home. She shouldn't be exerting herself in her condition."

Alan's brow furrowed. "You're overstepping.”

The chef quickly clamped his mouth shut, then vowed to perform his responsibilities with utmost diligence. “Mrs. Hewitt adores my dishes. She'll definitely appreciate them."

Yet, the very next morning proved him wrong.

Kaitlin, hurrying off to work early, bypassed the chef who awaited at her doorstep with breakfast.

Left with no choice, he gathered the meal and made his way to the Oasis Studio.

“Who are you?"

The security guard blocked any strangers from entering.

The chef attempted to justify his presence for some time, yet the guard consistently responded with a firm "no."

Eventually, the chef opened the lunchbox. “Look, I genuinely am Ms. Gilbert's chef. This is clearly professional cuisine. If you can't let me through, could you at least deliver this? She is pregnant and must not miss a meal."

The guard's expression registered surprise. “What did you just say? Ms. Gilbert is pregnant?"

“Yes, weren't you aware? That's precisely why I've come to deliver her meals. Please, I need your assistance. It'll go cold otherwise!"

Reluctantly, the guard accepted the lunchbox. By late morning, the news of Kaitlin's pregnancy had swept through the studio.

This development, combined with the recent whispers of her secret marriage and subsequent divorce from Alan, sparked speculation about a possible reconciliation.

Quintin's expression grew ominously dark.

Leaning against the office door, Phoebe exhaled a long sigh. "Some rejoice while others mourn. Poor Quintin! Such loyalty, all for nothing."

At an airport in Avaloria, Ashley sported a custom-made dress paired with stylish sunglasses.

Her striking figure and captivating visage, concealed behind the shades, garnered much attention from the crowd.

She was engrossed in a phone conversation, urgently seeking updates about the situation back in Osewood.

"Is it true they're divorced? Are you certain there's nothing left between them? And Alan is the CEO of Hewitt Group now? Why wasn't I informed about these crucial developments sooner?"

On the other end, Lilliana grimaced, reluctantly pinning the blame on others. “Ashley, you really should come back. If not, I fear another woman might sweep Alan off his feet, and then he will slip through your fingers forever!"

Convinced by Lilliana's plea, Ashley decisively responded, "Fine, I'm on my way back now."

She ended the call, slid off her sunglasses, and shot a playful Look towards an attractive man nearby.

Catching her cue, the man stepped forward to ask for her number.