Mag-log inEvelyn’s grip tightened against Roman’s shirt.She slowly shook her head, pressing her face against his chest, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of his shirt.Roman’s brows drew together in quiet confusion, but he didn’t pull away. His hand came up to rub slow circles on her back gently“I’m sorry,” he murmured against her hair. “I took longer than I expected. It was an important call.”“Mmm…” Evelyn murmured faintly, her voice muffled against him.He let out a quiet hum in response, the sound vibrating through his chest beneath her cheek.For a moment, neither of them moved.Evelyn inhaled slowly, grounding herself in his scent and warmth, and the steady rhythm of his breathing.After a while, she pulled back.The flash drive remained clenched around her palm.She tilted her head up to look at him, her eyes searching his face for a moment.Nathan’s words echoed faintly in her mind.‘Roman is the only person connected to those people.’The question in her mind, burned at the ti
Nathan swallowed hard, his throat moving visibly.“Evelyn…” he started, his voice rough.He scratched at his neck again, harder this time, the skin already breaking out.Her grip tightened around her bag.“I know I did you wrong,” he said. “I know that. I messed everything up.”His words came unevenly.“I have a lot to say… but just—just hear me out. Even if you don’t believe me…”He suddenly hit his head hard.Evelyn flinched.“Nathan—”“I—” He struck his head again, more forcefully.Her eyes widened. “Nathan!”“No, listen to me!” he shouted suddenly, his voice cracking with hysteria.His eyes were wild now.“Evelyn… ever since we met… when you were nineteen…”His breathing grew uneven.“You were always cold,” he said. “You didn’t talk to anyone. You barely talked to me.”His voice softened.“But I liked you. I really liked you.”Tears streamed down his face.“I tried… I tried to get close to you. And then we got engaged when you turned twenty…”A broken laugh escaped him.“I was so
Evelyn didn’t move for a moment.She couldn’t remember the last time she had been rendered this quiet.Once was enough. Twice… felt absurd.And yet, there was warmth spreading slowly in her chest. Uninvited.Her gaze drifted to the racks, the dresses, and the endless selection.Everything so far had been for her.Only her.Before she could think too much about it, she turned and walked out of the fitting area.“Madam?” the staff called softly behind her.But she didn’t stop.Roman looked up again as she approached.“Where are you going?”“To the men’s section.”He paused. “…Why?”She looked at him like the answer should have been obvious.“To pick clothes for you.”He opened his mouth, ready to refuse. But then stopped.Something shifted in his expression.“…Alright.”—The atmosphere changed when they entered the men’s section.It had darker tones, cleaner lines, and more structured designs.Evelyn moved between the racks, her fingers brushing lightly over the fabrics.Then she stop
Evelyn’s day passed in a blur.Compared to the previous day, the workload had doubled. Files stacked endlessly on her desk, meetings overlapped, and by the time she finally leaned back in her chair, her eyes ached slightly from the strain.Just as she was about to take a short break, a knock came.Leo stepped in.Just like yesterday, he held a neatly packed lunchbox.Except this time… it wasn’t just lunch.On his other hand was a bouquet of fresh flowers.Evelyn blinked.“For you, Madam,” Leo said politely, placing both on her desk.Her gaze lingered on the flowers.“For me?” she asked dumbfounded.Leo smiled sheepishly. “Yes, boss lady. From boss.”Evelyn couldn't help it, her lips broke into a wide smile as she reached for the flowers.“Thank you.” She politely told Leo as he walked out. While she took a sniff on the fresh flowers.—By the time she left the office that evening, the sky had softened into warm hues.She had barely taken a few steps out when she began to hear whispers
The door closed softly behind Maya.Silence settled in the room heavily.Evelyn remained seated, her posture relaxed, her fingers resting lightly on the file in front of her. She did not rush to speak. She simply watched.Maya took a few slow steps forward, her heels echoing faintly against the polished floor. There was confidence in her stride, as she walked like she owned the office.Her lips curved faintly.“I didn’t expect to see you here.”Evelyn met her gaze without blinking.“Neither did I.”For a brief moment, the air between them stilled.Then Maya let out a soft, amused breath.“I heard you had a miscarriage.”Evelyn’s throat tightened for the slightest second, but her expression did not change.“That has nothing to do with why you’re here,” she said calmly. “Let’s focus on business—if you’re capable.”Maya laughed lightly.“Oh, I’m capable,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “Just not of pretending.”Her gaze sharpened.“I know you were never pregnant when you married Na
Roman went completely still.For a moment, the world seemed to fall into silence. Even the wind felt distant.His eyes stayed on hers, but something in them shifted.“…No,” he said at last.His voice was calm.Evelyn didn’t respond immediately. She just watched him carefully.As if trying to look past his words and see what he wasn’t saying.Roman held her gaze without blinking.“You’re overthinking,” he added, quietly. “You’ve been under a lot of stress lately. It’s normal to feel disoriented.”His hand lifted, gently brushing a strand of hair away from her face softly.Evelyn’s brows drew together slightly.“I see…” she murmured.But she didn’t look convinced.Her fingers curled slightly at her side as a faint uneasiness settled in her chest.Roman noticed.His jaw tightened almost imperceptibly before he relaxed again.“Come inside,” he said, his tone shifting gently. “You need to rest.”He reached for her hand.This time, she didn’t pull away. But she didn’t fully relax either.A
Her stomach betrayed her.A low, unmistakable growl cut through the silence between them.Evelyn froze.Heat flooded her cheeks. She squeezed her eyes shut, mortified. “Oh my God,” she muttered into the pillow.For half a second, Roman simply stared, then his lips curved into a slow, delighted smil
Evelyn’s fingers fumbled at the buttons of Roman’s shirt, her hands betraying her nerves no matter how hard she tried to steady them.Roman watched her quietly, his gaze heavy and unblinking.“Always so flustered,” he murmured, a smirk tugging at his lips as he caught her wrist mid-motion.Evelyn fr
After the heated breakfast, Evelyn insisted they go out and explore the area. She couldn’t wait to take pictures with the breathtaking views, capture everything to show Lena.Roman leaned back in his chair, appearing indifferent. “Not today, I have plans for us.” He said calmly. “I want my meal fir
Roman only finally let Evelyn go after she agreed to pack his underwear for the trip.And worse—he stood there and watched her do it.By the time she was done, Evelyn was certain her skin would start bleeding from how hard her cheeks had been burning all day. Roman hadn’t stopped teasing her, his e







