YVONNE —

At the Blue Gate Hotel, I had just driven in and steered my car to the parking lot.

As I walked out of the car, I sighed heavily, knowing that my visit here might either end badly or that Mr. Thomas might be disappointed because he would notice I'm pregnant.

"Oh, God. I just pray he does not do anything I did not expect here. I do not want him to catch me off guard. Let him not propose to me, please, because I cannot turn him down in an open space like this," I mumbled to myself.

I gulped hard and took in another heavy breath.

"I...