Rejected and Pregnant: Claimed By The Dark Alpha Prince

Amelie put the chessboard back in its place. "You didn't bring me to play chess, did you?" As she closed the glass door of the cabinet, she turned to Carlos.

"How do you know?" Carlos mused.

"Just an intuition," Amelie replied, shrugging her shoulders before returning to her seat.

"Well, partially yes." He leaned forward, clasping both his hands. "Gabriel wants to know what his mother told me," he began.

"Then, just tell him. Even I was going to speak about it with you," Amelie stated.

"Well, your mate is going to be devastated learning the truth. That's why I'm keeping it from him," Carlos explained, leaning back in a relaxed posture.

"You should tell him. Hiding the truth won't do any good for him." As Amelie suggested, she wondered if the truth was something more hurtful. "If Gabriel finds out about it later, it will upset him. He has trusted you."

Carlos hummed in understanding. "Fine. Then, I'll talk to him in a while as soon as I find him alone."

"You made a good decision," Amelie replied. "Since you won the chess match against me, I'll grant your wish. Say it," she said.

"Umm... I'll think about it first, then ask," Carlos replied, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Alright. As you feel is right," Amelie answered. "But don't hesitate. I'll definitely grant your one wish if it is within my capability."

"Of course!" Carlos said. "Your mother didn't come today. I was hoping to meet her too."

"Mom wanted to but when I told her that all my in-laws are here, except for the King and the Queen, she postponed the plan. She said she would visit me tomorrow or once they go back."

Then, lowering her hand, she brought her hand to her large bump. "I was wondering if Ophelia was trying to harm my baby too. It was an excruciating pain. I almost thought–" her lips quivered in fear.

Though she was talking and smiling normally, the fear in her eyes couldn't be hidden.

"You're going to give birth to a healthy boy. I mentioned it, didn't I?" Carlos calmly answered in a manner that soothed Amelie's restless heart and mind.

"Yes, you did," Amelie replied. "Thank you for being here. And thank you for remembering me."

"Don't be. You keep saying thanks to me, which makes me shy sometimes," Carlos remarked with a laugh. "Now, I won't take more of your time. Gabriel must be waiting for you."

"What would you like to eat for dinner? I'll ask the staff to include your choice too," Amelie opined, waiting for his reply.

"I'll eat what you guys will eat. Nothing particular today," he replied.

"Alright," Amelie said, rising to her feet. The two of them left for their respective rooms then.

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Katelyn leaned back on the office chair as she glared at the door beside which the Executive Director's office was situated. 'He is intentionally working so late. Most of the employees are gone,' she thought looking in the other direction.

The executive staff desks and chairs were empty.

"It's only me here. Why did Dad ask me to work for Sage? And because of my kind heart, I can't even let the manager get fired," Katelyn muttered while complaining to herself.

She waited and waited before deciding she should leave. As she carried her handbag and rose to her feet, the door flung open.

Sage was finally out of his office, still looking perfect in that tailored suit. He didn't look tired at all, unlike her.

"You waited for me!?" Sage arched his eyebrows in amusement.

"You made me wait for you!" Katelyn snapped while correcting him. Then, turning around, she took a step forward to walk away.

"I'll drop you home," Sage said, walking to her.

"No, thank you. I've my car and I can drive," Katelyn replied without stopping.

Sage matched her steps and tilted his head. "Why are you so hot-headed? I thought a princess had a calm demeanor," he teased.

"Well, I'm hot-headed for men like you," Katelyn said sharply. She pressed the button on the elevator and the doors opened. Stepping in, she quickly pressed the ground floor's button on the panel. Sage, too, stepped inside and after a moment, the elevator doors closed.

"Well, you do a wonderful job as a secretary. It seems you were made for this job," Sage said, wanting this conversation to keep going.

"Don't lie. I get to know your relationship with your secretaries. You're such a player, who works less and does dirty stuff more," Katelyn muttered, crossing her arms across her chest.

"What? How did you find out?" Sage mused. "Were you researching about me during work time?"

Katelyn glared at him. "I don't need to research about you. Many in the executive staff are aware of your bad habits. I can't believe some women actually thought you would give them a chance. They should know a player like you only plays with one's heart."

Sage chuckled. "You already judged me without knowing me," he murmured.

"There's nothing to know about you," Katelyn replied. Thankfully, the elevator doors opened, and she quickly made her way out.

Sage followed her and watched her enter the car.

Katelyn started the engine and gestured to him to move away. He did, but also jumped into the passenger's seat, thus shocking her.

"Get out," Katelyn shouted.

"No. Drop me home," Sage said. "Your work is still not over. You can't refuse if you don't want to work overnight with me." He put his office bag in the backseat and put on his seatbelt quickly.

Katelyn cursed him inside her mouth before driving off.

"Enter your address," Katelyn said, pointing to the GPS device in her car.

Sage did so and her eyes widened. Why was he living in the same residential complex as her? However, she remained quiet about it.

'I can't let him find out that I live at the same place,' she thought while keeping her focus on the driving.