Chapter 42
“I’m sorry, but I can’t help you,” Giselle said firmly.
The best way to cure a terminal–stage hopeless romantic was to leave them with no way out. Even if they tried to persuade the
young lady to break up with her boyfriend, she wouldn’t be able to accept it at all.
Hadn’t Giselle once been exactly the same?
Chester finished watching the entire thing.
Tony stood beside him and said, “Chet, I think it’s going to be difficult for you to win Giselle over. She’s too smart.”
It was hard to imagine how someone like Giselle could have wasted seven years on Jonathan. Anyone could see that he didn’t care
about her.
However, Giselle herself had seemed completely blind to the fact, as if she had been bewitched.
It was a testament to the fact that it was always easy to see things clearly when one was looking in from the outside.
“Do
you like the dumb ones?” Chester was very blunt.
Tony thought about how much of a clown he had been in the past and scratched his head awkwardly. “That’s not what I meant.
What I mean is that Giselle’s been hurt, and it’ll be hard for her to open up again. Besides, she’s a relationship counselor. I’m
afraid she’ll see right through you.”
Most people in their circle had dated before, but Chester was an anomaly. It had led to many people becoming suspicious of his
sexual orientation.
This, on top of everything else, would make things even more difficult for him.
“I want her to see through me.”
Chester’s statement was beyond Tony’s understanding. He frowned and thought about it for a long time before realization
dawned on him. “Chet! You really play the long game! Sincerity is the best strategy!”
Chester glanced at him. “Are you doing anything lately?”
The change in topic was so abrupt that Tony blurted out in surprise, “Huh?”
“I have a mission for you.”
After the live stream ended for the day, Emma showed up with barbecue ribs and beer to celebrate with Giselle.
“Congratulate me on finally ending my misery!” Emma said.
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After a month’s cooling off, she had finally gotten her divorce certificate. She was now back to being single.
Giselle was sincerely happy for her.
After a drink, Emma felt relaxed and refreshed. She sat cross–legged on the carpet and casually clipped her long, wavy hair behind her head with a claw clip.
“Gigi, when I got that divorce certificate today, Larry looked at me as if he wanted to kill me. As for the division of assets, I got
200 million. From now on, I can take care of you!”
Giselle gave her a very good reaction. She pleased Emma so much that the latter grinned from ear to ear.
In the middle of their conversation, Emma suddenly ran to the bathroom and began vomiting violently.
“Is your gastroenteritis acting up again? Rinse your mouth, and I’ll take you to the hospital,” Giselle said, getting up to change.
Emma stopped her and shook her head. “My stomach doesn’t hurt, but I’ve been feeling nauseous very often lately…”
Giselle’s eyes twitched. She asked tentatively, “Do you feel sleepy?”
“Yes, a little. It’s hard for me to wake up every day. You don’t know how many times I’ve been late this month.”
After Giselle asked her a few more questions, Emma belatedly realized that something seemed off. She and Giselle stared at one
another.
After a moment, Emma said, “Gigi, I can’t be pregnant, can I?”
The bathroom fell into a dead silence.
Giselle comforted her and said, “Don’t panic. You might just have an upset stomach. Let me go and buy you a pregnancy test right now.”
They were close to the sea here, and if memory served her correctly, there was a pharmacy on the next street.
She got changed and drove off.
The moment she paid for the pregnancy test, a cry of surprise made her pause. “Giselle, are you
pregnant?”
