Chapter 1390 – Beginning with a Daring Encounter

“So? Do you think he knows the truth?” Diana was asking Henry.

“It doesn’t seem like it. And if he knows and he is pretending not to know, then he must be a smart young man,” Henry said and Diana sighed.

“Well, I’m sure if he knew he wouldn’t have reached out to Dr Evans, unless of course he wanted to get favor from you,” Diana said reasonably.

“You’re right. So? What do you think about her so far?” Henry asked, referring to Mia.

“Are you askingthat to see if I am jealous? You know very well that I don’t like that I have to share you,” Diana said in a sucky tone.

“You’re not sharing me. We both know she is only my wife in name. Haven’t I proven that to you already? I made you the lady of my home. You’re the Queen of my kingdom,” Henry promised, his voice surprisingly warm.

“Well, I have news for you,” Diana said, her voice sounding like she was anxious.

“What news?”

Diana cleared her throat, “I wasn’t going to tell you. I mean with the new development. I didn’t want to put you in a tough position…” she let the rest of her words trail off.

“What is this about?” Henry asked, sounding very curious.

“I think I’m pregnant. But you don’t have to worry. I already booked an appointment with the doctor. I plan to terminate it. I know a man like you would never want to have a child out of wedlock…”

“Did you just say you are pregnant?” Henry cut in, sounding very excited.

“Yes?” Diana said, and Benne who was listening to the conversation chuckled.

This was even more interesting to him than a soap opera.

“I’m sorry. I know I should have been more careful. But considering that we were planning to get married before she showed up, I didn’t really make a big deal…”

“Say no more, my sweetest Diana. You’re not going to terminate this baby. My baby,” Henry said, his voice firm and soft at the stime.

“But what about your wife?”

“What about her? She has no say in this matter. Don’t worry. Trustand wait, okay?” Henry said and Diana sighed.

“I wish I could do that, but I don’t want to take any risks. I love you, but I need you to givesomething I can hold on to,” Diana said, and Benne chuckled once again, wondering why Henry was so gullible.

“What do you want? Tell me,” Henry urged her.

“What does this baby worth to you? Givesomething you value. Anything,” Diana said and Benne could hear the wheels in Henry’s brain turning.

“Everything. You know I love and adore you, Diana. I will give you everything and anything you so desire. All you have to do is say the word,” Henry said, and Benne tsked.

“I will think about what I want carefully and get back to you,” Diana said and the Benne shook his head as he stopped the recording.

He dialed Barry’s line. “Send her a text and let her know we are on to her. I don’t want her messing with my plans,” he told Barry before hanging up.

Just as Benne hung up the call with Barry, he received another phone call from an unsaved contact, but before he could receive the call, Jeff knocked on the door.

Benne asked him to enter before going on to receive the call. “Benedict Delgado,” Benne said in a clipped voice as he gestured to Jeff to sit down.

“Mr. Delgado, this is Robert Henderson, I trust you know who I am.” The voice on the other end was clipped and professional, with a hint of underlying curiosity.

Benne’s brow furrowed slightly. Robert Henderson. The nsent a jolt through him. It was the owner of EliteHouse Inc, the domestic staff company that provided services to Henry Rosewood.

Seeing as Mr Henderson had reached him directly and not through his aide, he could see that his mother hadn’t been bluffing when she said she knew the family personally and could get them to help.

Internally, he braced himself, unsure of what this call might entail. “Mr. Henderson,” he acknowledged politely. “It’s good to hear from you,” Benne said, while Jeff, oblivious to the power play unfolding, tapped his foot impatiently, his mind a whirlwind of worry and longing for Mia.

“I received a call from Evelyn. I didn’t realize who you were,” Henderson began, his voice measured. “Your grandfather and my family go a long way. For that reason, I’m willing to hear you out. How can I help you?”

Benne leaned back in his chair, “Well, Mr. Henderson, I won’t waste your tor mine. Since acquiring your company is apparently out of the question, perhaps we can discuss a different kind of arrangement.”

A beat of surprised silence followed his very direct statement. Benne could practically picture Henderson’s confusion on the other end of the line. “An arrangement?” Henderson finally repeated, a hint of suspicion creeping into his tone.

“Indeed,” Benne confirmed. “Specifically, the addition of a new chef to the staff at Rosewood.”

The tension in the room thickened as Jeff looked at Benne, realizing who Benne was speaking with.

Benne on the other hand watched the dust motes dance in a shaft of sunlight filtering through the window, his gaze unwavering.

“A new chef?” Henderson’s voice held a note of skepticism.

“Yes. How much did my mother tell you?” Benne asked, wanting to know just how much he knew.

“Not much. She expressed… sconcerns regarding a situation at the Rosewood household and asked that I render assistance to you in anyway I can,” Henderson continued cautiously.

“Well, in order to be able to handle things in the Rosewood household, I need my own person there to keep an eye on things,” he said, his voice a low rumble.

“What is this person going to be doing there? Is this individual a qualified professional?” It was clear he was treading carefully, caught between his loyalty to Lawrence and whatever protocol his company adhered to.

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