Butterfly In You
Chapter 46: Two Red Lines

A month later.

The fingers of Miranda-Secretary Shehan danced agilely on a computer keyboard. The atmosphere is calm at the Ocean Corner Resort Bali office this morning. The time is also still showing at 10:05 WITA. Miranda turned to an open office document next to the computer she was using.

Tuk ... Tuk ... Tuk ....

A minute later, the sound of the knocking of the shoes on the floor managed to shift Miranda's focus from the computer. He hurried to look at the origin of the sound. Then, he found a woman wearing a pair of burgundy stilettos approaching his desk.

"Good morning, Miss Jesslyn." Miranda stood up, greeting kindly to the newly arrived guest.

"Morning, Miranda," Jesslyn also replied politely "I want to see Shehan now. Is he in his office?"

It turns out that Jesslyn was forced to go to Shehan's office because since the incident of their romance at that time, Shehan never again wanted to take phone calls from her or reply to messages she sent. Jesslyn tried to contact me many times.

"Did Miss have made an appointment with you before?"

"Not yet."

"Then, please wait a moment, Miss. I'll ask Mr. Shehan's willingness to accept guests."

"Hhm ...." Jesslyn cleared her throat slowly. He waited for Miranda to speak by phone with Shehan. When reading Miranda's moves, Jesslyn felt certain that Shehan had also refused to meet her this morning.

The phone handle back Miranda put into its original position. Staring at Jesslyn with eyes of regret. "Miss Jesslyn, I'm sorry. Mr. Shehan is busy right now and cannot accept guests."

"Curtain! I expected it." Jesslyn's coat turned sour.

Unexpectedly, the Indo-Belgian woman desperately came to Shehan's office despite being rejected. He hurried to get there and immediately followed by Miranda.

"Miss Jesslyn! Where is the lady going? Please cooperate, Miss. Mr. Shehan can be mad at me later!"

Jesslyn who had lost her temper did not budge and kept going. Shehan's office door opened forcefully as soon as he arrived.

Chequek!

Shehan in his room was quite surprised to see Jesslyn's figure appear before the door with a stupefied breath and a sharp gaze aiming at her. While Miranda rushed over and apologized for not managing to dispel Jesslyn.

"I'm sorry, sir. I told Miss Jesslyn that you're busy and can't take guests. But Miss Jesslyn insisted."

Tuk ... Tuk ... Tuk ....

Without permission, Jesslyn sneaked inside. "I want to talk to you with four eyes, Shehan," he said withholding resentment.

Miranda raised her body, looking at Jesslyn. Her panicked face drains on Shehan later, fearing being scolded by his superior. However, Shehan with a few hand gestures told Miranda to leave. Miranda understood. He nodded briefly before leaving the room and closed the door tightly.

Chequek!

Both Jesslyn and Shehan both turned towards the door, along with a creak that rang. After that, the former couple of friends met each other face to face.

"Why did you force your way into my room? Didn't I forbid you to enter!" ketus Shehan's.

Jesslyn walked over. "I know you're not busy. Just intentionally not wanting to meet me," she replied cynically.

"Didn't you see on my desk a lot of paperwork!" Shehan's two hands lead to a table surface where several piles and worksheets are exposed.

Jesslyn saw that for a second. "Well, I admit you're busy. But why don't you ever take my phone calls? I've tried to contact you many times. If you can speak well with me, I can't come to you forcibly in this office."

"What do you want to talk about? When it comes to business, I've asked Miranda as my company intermediary to discuss with you" Shehan explained again from behind his desk.

"Ck! Whatchu mean? Do you think Miranda's position is the equivalent of being worthy of discussion with me? I don't want to talk about business anyway." Jesslyn grumbled in front of Shehan.

"It just so happens that you don't want to talk about business. Better get out of my room now because I want to work again."

Shehan smiled strangely and that made Jesslyn grow even more irritated.

"You're this? Why are you turning three hundred and sixty degrees like this? Don't you see the good friendship we've built before?"

"If you also look at the fabric of our friendship, you will definitely not trap me!"

"Well!" Jesslyn snorted in annoyance. "So you feel framed?"

"of course. I don't like your sneaky ways that you even use me!"

"Listen to Shehan Murad! You're a normal guy, even if you want to make love to me, it must be your own instinct. No need for me to set you up."

"That's it!" Jesslyn clasped her hands into the air. "If we argue it continues, there will be no end, Shehan. I came here because I wanted to tell you something."

"Tell me what?"

"I'm .. pregnant."

"What's? Pregnant?" Shehan's forehead suddenly frowned.

"Yes, Shehan."

Shehan was silent for a moment, adjusting the rhythm of his breathing which began to be unstable after hearing the shocking news from Jesslyn.

"What is the evidence that you're pregnant?"

Jesslyn then reached into her bag. Take something and put it on Shehan's desk. Shehan looked at her with astonishment. It turned out to be a pregnancy test that showed two red lines.

"I've been menstruating late for the last two weeks. And after I coughed, it turned out I was pregnant."

Shehan is still in disbelief despite having seen the evidence. "You can use someone else's pregnancy test kit!"

"Shehan, am I that slick!" Jesslyn glared, angry.

"To be honest I'm having a crisis of confidence with you."

"Yes, already. If you don't believe it either. Come with me now! We go to the hospital to prove it!"

"All right!"

Shehan got up from his chair. Walk across Jesslyn while allowing the suit button first. The two of them went to the nearest hospital.

**

After a gynecologist examined Jesslyn's uterus with Shehan's own witness, the Turkish man believed Jesslyn was pregnant.

Shehan can't talk anymore. Regretting past mistakes is useless. Better think of a solution to this problem.

"So what now? Are you willing to take responsibility for this child?" asked Jesslyn who was sitting next to Shehan on one of the hospital corridor benches.

"I still have to prove the boy is my flesh and blood or not."

The answer that was thrown from Shehan's bitter lips just now made Jesslyn have to endure emotions. "You still don't believe it? Didn't you see it for yourself when the doctor examined me!"

"I've seen her and I know you're pregnant. But sorry, Jesslyn. I'm not sure who the father of the boy is."

"Shehan, you're this!" furious Jesslyn. His teeth were grinding at each other in his irritated mouth. "I'm just fucking with you! No one else touched me."

"But I still don't believe it!"

"So what do you want now?"

"I want to do a DNA test after the kid's born."

Jesslyn mangosteen. "alright. I concur. I'm not afraid because this baby is your son. But, I'd like to make a request."

"What other requests?" Replace the emotional Shehan.

"I want to stay at your house as long as I'm pregnant."

Shehan's pair of eyes instantly rounded. "Do you think your request makes sense? My wife and son live there. And what about them?"

"I also have your son, Shehan! Didn't you think about it? All right, if you don't want to be nice to me anymore. I can take it. Please be nice to this boy. After all, he is your flesh and blood. I am pregnant and no one is taking care of me at home. If something happens to me how?"

Shehan turned his ugly face in any direction. Her tight chest suppressed a reality she did not want.

"Well, you can stay at my house. But remember, let no one know about this matter. Enough we both know."

Jesslyn's faint smile came out after Shehan gave her a residence permit. "Alright, Shehan. Thank you for being so kind to me."

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