I transmigrated and got a husband and a son!

Paula and Heaven agreed to meet at a private restaurant in the city mall, a place where elites shop. Paula was already there when Heaven arrived. Well, Heaven deliberately went to a few boutiques to window shop just to make sure Paula would wait for a few minutes.

"How was it?" was Paula's first question as soon as Heaven was in her seat. "What kind of emergency that happened that made you rush out of the hospital? Did that guy force you back to your house?"

Worry and concern swirled in Paula's eyes, and she looked at Heaven as if she was checking any bruises. Even the current Heaven would fall for it if she was a bit stupid.

"Paula, can we please get a glass of tea first? Or maybe wine?" Heaven requested with a frown on her face.

"Right," Paula said. She took a deep breath, then shook her head as if she suddenly woke up from an illusion. She forced a smile, recomposing herself, and said, "I already ordered before you came. I got you your favorite orange juice."

"My favorite?" Heaven asked, she nearly gagged. "Paula, are you really my friend?"

"Huh?"

"Orange juice isn't my favorite. It's your favorite," Heaven pointed out, her frown deepened. "How can you forget such a detail? Was it because you don't care about me anymore?"

"Heaven, what are you talking about? Orange juice has been your favorite ever since we were in high school." Paula said in a voice full of doubt.