During lunch the next day, Katie woke up from her nap in shock. She was a little in a daze.

She still remembered how terrifying Noah had looked last night. He had even asked her why her abdomen was still flat when she had been pregnant for two months.

Suddenly, a knock came on her door, making her jump.

She sat up. "Who is it?"

"Ms. Jones, it's me." It was Finlay.

Katie sighed in relief. "Come in."

Finlay entered with a muffin in his hand. He looked as pale as a sheet.

Katie looked at him. "What happened?"

Finlay placed the muffin in front of Katie and said timidly, "Ms. Jones, M—Mr. Noah sent this over."

Katie furrowed her brows. "Why is he here?"

"H—he said that you seemed busy recently, so he came over to have a look. One of your secretaries said that you were taking a nap, so he didn't disturb you. He dropped this off and left."

Finlay didn't know whether he was hallucinating because of his guilty conscience or perhaps Noah was onto him.

It seemed like Noah had been