The President's Pregnant, Ex-Wife-Chapter 481 – Passion fruit.

"I actually wanted to ask for Mr. Jewel’s help," Aria said, piquing Sabrina’s curiosity.

"What is the matter?"

Aria didn’t know what Sabrina was going to think of Giselle after this, but her desire to find the man who spent the night with her daughter outweighed her reservations of whatever might happen after.

"Giselle was drunk and slept with a man, but he was gone before she woke up. The surveillance cameras have been cleaned out."

"Didn’t he leave any trace?" Sabrina asked, wondering what kind of man would have a one-night stand with a woman and just disappear.

Even if by emergency and he leaves before she woke up, he should have left his business card or something. This is so disrespectful.

"A WeChat account," Aria responded. Sabrina relaxed a little.

"Okay. Let her chat him on it. If he left a trace, then I don’t think he wants to hide. I will still talk to Robin about it."

"Thank you very much."

Aria was certain that Peter would help her to get to the bottom of this problem. Her heart relaxed and she comforted Giselle.

"Giselle, Aunt Sabrina is working on it. Why don’t you chat him?" Aria encouraged her, but Giselle didn’t want anything to do with this man. She didn’t want anything to do with him or to get entangled with him.

She also feared what Robert will think of her if he found out. The more she thought about it, the greater her confusion and the reason why she didn’t want to know the man anymore.

"I don’t even have a WeChat account. I will go and shower first." She ran up the stairs before her mother had the chance to insist on it.

Hours later, Sabrina called back. It wasn’t what Aria expected. "I’m sorry Aria, Pete couldn’t find anything. No one went in and out of her room after Mark carried her there, but the camera caught him coming out within seconds."

Aria recalled the dress and how Giselle said that Mark liked her. Aria almost pinned it on him, but Mark had come out too early to have done anything with Giselle.

"Then I don’t think it’s him, but there was a note," Aria recalled and said. Sabrina recalled Robin’s response to her request and said,

"The hacker he used did a good job. I think it’s best that she chats him. I don’t think he wants to hide, but I also don’t want any scandals in the future."

"You are right, thank you," Aria said with a forced smile.

"I did nothing. No need to thank me," Sabrina said and ended the call. She hoped that whoever did this to Giselle shows up to apologize for their differences to be settled.

The issue drew her mind away from the request she wanted to make for Aria to permit her to tell Robert the truth.

A few days later, Robert arrived at the office, but Giselle was not at her seat. He wanted to call her on he phone but was conflicted.

Things were no longer the same. Twenty minutes later, Giselle had still not arrived. It was her first time being late, and she hadn’t contacted Robert through WeChat as he expected.

He was incredibly disturbed, dialing her number. She answered it on the first ring. "I just arrived sir, I’m sorry I’m late."

The door pushed open at the same time the call ended. When Robert saw her appearance, his heart sank and his guilt increased.

Throughout the weekend, he couldn’t sleep and wanted to reach out to her. However, he was afraid of messing up, as he wasn’t prepared to face her and was still trying to figure out a way.

For now, he needed to get a grip on his emotions, and his fears only heightened when Giselle had not made eye contact since she entered his office.

"Giselle, what is wrong with you?" Robert met her halfway. Giselle had no makeup on, her face pale, her eyes red and swollen.

Her office attire was spot on, but it was obvious there was something bothering her. Giselle’s head was lowered as she responded,

"It’s nothing sir. Let me get the documents ready for the meeting."

She walked out before Robert could say any more. A few minutes later, Robert went to the conference room for a meeting.

When it was over, he went back to his office, but somehow, Gisele had withdrawn from him and her smile was gone. It ached Robert so much, and he asked,

"What happened at the party?"

Giselle felt her eyes glassy but fought back her tears. "Nothing," she answered sharply and asked,

"How is Miss Taylor?"

Robert discerned from the way she asked that she was jealous, but how could it be when she had eyes on someone?

Robert was afraid that what happened between them might affect her relationship with whatever man she had eyes on, but somehow, he wanted the man out of the way and suddenly didn’t feel so bad for him.

"Things didn’t go well between us. How is Mark?" Robert asked, returning the jealousy. "He was carrying you in his arms," he continued.

Giselle stiffened. Could it be Mark? She had seen from the video that he came out very fast after carrying her to the presidential suite.

"I don’t know. I don’t remember much. I guess I drunk too much," Giselle said with a sad expression.

Robert wanted to hold her. He wanted to assure her that everything will be fine. He even wanted to tell her the truth, but what if she got upset and hated him?

It was the reason why he left the WeChat account. He could know her intentions before telling her.

When Giselle returned to her office, she dialed Mark’s number. "Hey Giselle, are you alright?"

Mark was in a bad mood, but Giselle’s voice calmed him, except the question which caused him to freeze.

"Mark, did anything happen between us at the party?"

"No. Why do you ask?" Mark asked curiously. Giselle regretted asking. It wasn’t him. The video was clear.

"I will call you later. We have a meeting in the next five minutes." When Giselle ended the call, she went to her app store and downloaded WeChat before going for the meeting.

She felt that knowing the man she slept with might make her feel better.

After the meeting, she had some free time and searched ’passion fruit.’ There was passion fruit as the profile picture. After sending a friend request, she added a message, ’you left me your WeChat ID at the hotel.’

She was amazed by the prompt response as if he was waiting for her to send the message.