He either got her pregnant during their rendezvous and had to marry her, or he chased her away after the baby was born.
It was truly unfortunate that Sianna was born in such circumstances. The more she thought about it, the angrier she became.
"I do not think there is anything wrong with me keeping some things from you, Ms Sonya," Louise interrupted her thoughts, and she stared at the man blankly.
"You were giving me a glare," he said, gesturing to her eyes.
"Did I? I apologize," she said."this will be all for today." She closed her note and packed it into her bag, ready to leave, but Louise stopped her.
He looked directly into her eyes and said, "Let us talk about you. I still don't know anything about you," He did not want to miss any emotion that will pass through her eyes.
"What?" Sonya dropped her head. not knowing what the man was trying to pull off.
"What is your favorite book?" He asked.
Sonya chuckled; is he seriously asking me that? She thought.
"Our circle has all the information you could ever want to know about me," she said, sitting back in her seat. She took a sip from her drink and gave him a Cool glance.
"Not everything they say is true; everyone creates their version of a story to make it appear convincing. I would prefer to hear it directly from you," he said.
"Up on the Pine Tree' by Bob Sook." Sonya answered, staring back into his blue eyes.
"What a strange book; it sounds like a squirrel and a bird kind of book," Louise rolled his eyes. At her age, she prefers books about squirrels and birds. Shaking his head, he peered out through the clear glass walls, but then, out of nowhere, he heard her ask
"Do you by any chance suffer from amnesia?" Her question stunned him for the second time in a few minutes and only one day, causing him to freeze in his seat.
The first thought that came to his mind when he looked up at her was, 'This woman is very nosey' and he did not like it. Taking out his phone, he dialed a number.
"We are leaving."
Sonya was unsure about whether or not to apologize. His reaction made her realize that her question might have a positive answer. She had just let her mind wander to that random thought.
While the question may have surprised him, the response surprised her even more, because She doesn't remember him, having any mental issues.
She saw Sianna walk in to meet them, and beside her stood the man she assumed to be Knorr, his personal assistant.
"Hello, ma'am," Knorr bowed and greeted, his eyes bright like a child who had received a special Christmas treat. He reached over to sit next to Sonya, but Louise's icy tone stopped him in his tracks.
"Ready the car,"
Knorr eyed him, his jaw clenched. Was the man being jealous, he mused.
He straightened his back and gave Sonya a sheepish smile and reluctantly departed to fulfill Louise's request.
"Come with me, I will drop you off at Pearls Hospital," Louise said distantly.
With a shake of her head, Sonya said, "I will go on my own, my driver is already here."
Before leaving, she bent down and kissed Sianna on the cheek.
Louise watched her leave in her car and turned to ask Knorr, "Did you do what I asked you to?"
Knorr responded with a nod. With that, he exhaled. It's time he received answers to his questions.
Sonya thought back to Louise's last look when she had asked him that question. She had not given it much thought at the time, so instead of providing her with peace of mind—where she would have to accept that he had not forgotten about her—the response she received left her feeling uneasy and filled with many more questions about how? When? as well as the source of his memory loss.
She only remembers him being summoned home by his grandfather, and he did not return as promised. She did not hear from him again, but rumors that he had flown abroad spread like wildfire.
Did he get amnesia at that time? What could have been the cause?
Sonya held her head, knowing that if she did not get answers to her questions, she would not be able to rest easy.
"So he did not forget about me knowingly," she murmured, as her gaze wandered the city, taking in the scenic views of the streets and tall buildings owned by the country's wealthy tycoons.
Her thoughts were occupied by him and no matter how much she tried to act indifferent to it she couldn't. She couldn't lie to herself, even though she hates him, she hates herself more for still loving him.
When she heard her phone ring, she turned to see who was calling. She sighed when she saw her mother's name appear on the screen. She swiped to answer and heard her mother's heavy voice.
"Where are you? You should have arrived an hour ago for your fitting."
Sonya wrinkled her face, realizing she had completely forgotten about it.
"Do not tell me you forgot." Her mother's voice dropped.
"I am on my way, Mom, almost there," she assured.
Sonya let out another sigh as Avni hung up.What an eventful day it was.
"Please take me to Mr. Welsh Designers."
The driver nodded and accelerated, knowing full well they were about thirty minutes away from the location.
"Good evening, ma'am, and welcome," the staff at the Welsh designers' door greeted Mia as soon as she walked in.
She walked in with her nose in the air, not looking at the salesperson. The salesgirl smiled and walked behind her and ask what she needed.
Mia requested to be taken to the VIP section.Where She walked across the room in search of something, but she was unsuccessful in finding it.
As she asked the attendant who was following her, a big frown appeared on her face. "Where is the red and peach dress that was here earlier? I thought I saw it here."
"It was picked up not too long ago," the girl replied.
"What? Why is the dress being sold when I explicitly requested that it be kept for me?" Mia lost her temper, and scolded the girl. The girl was taken aback by the woman's outburst and took two steps backward.
Furious, Mia commanded, "Call me your manager right now."
The girl hastily left and returned a minute later, accompanied by a middle-aged woman.
The manager was a blond woman with her hair pulled up on top of her head in a ponytail. As she approached Mia, she had a stern expression on her face, and it was clear that she was annoyed.
"What is the problem, Mrs. Cole?" she asked impatiently.
"What is with the attitude? Is that how you treat your customers? I wonder why Mr Welsh is taking so long to fire you," Mia yelled.
The manager did not appear to be offended by her remarks and maintained a poker face. She always seemed to find trouble wherever she went, and they were used to her nagging and nasty remarks anyway.
When they finally had enough of her nasty words, they would usually call the Cole mansion and let the old man know. The last time she came there to make a scene over a piece of jewelry, Oldrich made her forfeit it.
When Mia used to come here before, she was not mean like this; instead, she was well-known for gloating and boasting about her family and devoted husband. However, after Louise came back, Mia started to act mean and nagging.
As a result, high-society women questioned her change of character and labeled her an attention seeker.
"What is the problem here, Mia?" the manager asked, addressing Mia by her name rather than the honorific Mrs.
"Ask your employees here," Mia scowled as she took a seat in the room.
When the manager gave the sales girl a quick look, she heard her say "Mrs Cole requests the peach and red dress that was here."
The woman nodded in understanding and told Mia, "The dress you are looking for was specifically designed for someone else."
"What do you mean, did not I offer twice the price for it?" Mia became enraged and angrily got up to reprimand the manager.
"I am sorry, but this dress was made specifically for the lady. You can choose something else, or we can make something similar," the woman politely offered.
Mia did not take her words well and pointed furiously at her face, "When did I become a second-hand person, you want me to wear a dress that is already worn by someone else?"
Her logic was annoying, so the manager went ahead and told her that, "Madam Mia, this is an office; they ordered it, and they picked it up, what is the big deal about it? If you prefer not to be a second-hand person, I see nothing wrong with getting you a new design."
"Who purchased the dress?" Mia glared at her.