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Side Story 3: Paul VS Daryl (3)

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas? How coincident!" That man exclaimed uneasily before he explained to his wife, "Mr. Thomas is the chairman of our company.'

Daryl sighed in despair, blaming herself of signing up for such a class with so many people, which eventually got her identity and the fact of her pregnancy exposed.

Yet Paul was still playing with a baby doll nonchalantly, totally unheeding the reaction of the class as he was pinching the fat tummy and little hand of the doll with interest.

Do you think the news about my pregnancy will be spread in your company tomorrow?" Daryl asked, holding Paul's sleeve. She was so uneasy because of some superstition in her hometown that the fewer people know about your pregnancy, the safer your baby tend to be during the gestation. 'I've got a good method to stop that." said Paul.

"What's it?"

Telling him he will be fired if the secret is to be spread." Paul went on.

Daryl regarded Paul coldly, disappointed at his bad joke, while Paul was still playing with the doll's foot naughtily.

Do you mean it?" asked Daryl.

Just kidding." said Paul.

How to help a baby out when it was choked by food was one of the contents of the class. Daryl was following the coach's demonstration by placing the doll upon her lap on its face and patting it on the back with some more strength.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Paul watched it carefully, and took the doll confidently when it was his turn.

Having placed the doll on his lap adeptly, he patted the back of it lightly.

And the head of the doll just thumped down onto the ground and rolled far away, making several women screaming in terror. Daryl, who had been startled too, hurried to pick up the head and fix it into where it had been while apologizing to her classmates.

It was such a brutal scene that Daryl even felt her baby was struggling painfully.

She glared at Paul. "Are you going to take its life by hitting it so strenuously?"

To be frank, that idea did occur to me." said Paul.

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In the class which lasted less than one hour, Daryl just felt she had spent a year there. The moment the class was over, she just can't wait to leave with Paul before anyone could get around to flattering them gingerly.

Change the class." Paul suggested behind her.

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'I know that!" Daryl muttered. "It's my bad that I was only thinking about studying with a normal group when I chose the class in the beginning." She just forgot her current status. actually wouldn't allow her to do that, as the "normal group" would have to think very carefully before they communicated with her.

Daryl was actually leading a very simple and "normal" life, as she

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worked hard in the office, lived in a common apartment, purchased the ingredients for the meals like a normal housewife, and she never elaborately picked the expensive commodity. The huge amount of savings in her bank account actually meant nothing to her, and she

couldn't even spend one percent of it in her life.

But everything just seemed so incompatible now. That feeling of frustration got her deflated.

Sitting at the back seat of the car, she was brooding about what happened just now gloomily, partially because pregnant women tended to get more sensitive.

Did I make you lose face?" asked she. Despite the deferential attitude of the executive, Daryl still thought he might probably be commenting her with negative opinions now.

Paul was just about to start the engine when he heard Daryl's question. Holding the wheel, he twisted his body around to look at her.

'Come closer." he said slowly.

Daryl approached him after a pause.

Paul suddenly pecked her on the lips.

Daryl exclaimed and blushed instantly.

Are you still thinking about those silly questions now?" asked Paul.

What?" Daryl couldn't grasp his meaning.

Paul explained gently, "Don't blame yourself for such a minor thing.'