LOGINMr. Rhodes smiled calmly, as though nothing unusual had just occurred."It is nothing," he said lightly."I was only asking her a few questions."He reached out and patted Adaline's shoulder in a way that made her skin crawl before walking out of the room without waiting for a response, leaving behind a heavy silence.Ronan's gaze followed him briefly before shifting back to Adaline."Are you okay?"Adaline nodded quickly."Yes, sir."But she was not looking at him."You are not looking at me."He stepped closer and gently lifted her chin with his hand, forcing her eyes to meet his. There was something fragile in them, something that looked like it was about to shatter. For a brief second, something tightened in Ronan's chest, but he let go almost immediately.Not now, he told himself. This was not the time."I am fine," Adaline said again, forcing a small smile.Ronan studied her for a moment longer before stepping back. Adaline turned away and began gathering the documents on the ta
Adaline stood in front of Ronan's office, her fingers tightening slightly around the file in her hand. Her heart pounded loudly against her chest, each beat louder than the last. She hesitated.More than once, she considered turning around and walking away. Pretending she had never seen anything. Pretending the numbers had made sense.But her mind would not let her.What if he misunderstands me?What if he thinks I am trying to come between them? She swallowed hard, forcing herself to steady her breathing.Then she raised her hand and knocked."Come in."She pushed the door open and stepped inside.Ronan's eyes lifted immediately, but she was not the only one in the room.The moment her gaze shifted to the chair opposite his desk, her breath caught.Andrew Rhodes.He was already seated, calm and composed, as though he had been expecting her.Earlier that morning, he had been informed that Adaline had requested access to financial records. That alone had unsettled him. He had wasted no
The evening air carried a quiet calm when they returned home. The drive had been mostly silent, not in an uncomfortable way, but in the kind of silence that held unspoken thoughts. Adaline stepped out of the car and followed Ronan inside, her mind already drifting toward the work that awaited her.As they entered the house, Ronan loosened his tie slightly and spoke without looking at her."Meet me in my study. I have something for you to work on."Adaline nodded."Yes, sir."She went upstairs first, taking a quick shower to freshen up. The warm water helped ease the tension in her body, but her thoughts remained active. After changing into something comfortable, she neatly packed her hair and made her way downstairs.She paused briefly in front of the study door before knocking."Come in."She opened the door and stepped inside. Ronan was seated behind his desk, but his eyes lifted the moment she entered. His gaze settled on her immediately, taking in her appearance, the way her hair
Monday morning arrived with a calm rhythm that felt almost unfamiliar after everything that had unfolded over the weekend. The house carried a gentle warmth, one that lingered in the quiet movements between Adaline and Mrs. Margareta as they worked side by side in the kitchen.The sound of utensils clinking softly against plates filled the air. Adaline moved with more ease than usual, her shoulders no longer as tense, her steps lighter. Mrs. Margareta noticed it again, that subtle shift in her, but said nothing. Instead, she allowed the silence to remain comfortable, occasionally glancing at Adaline with a knowing smile.Breakfast was soon ready.When Ronan joined them, there was no cold distance in his expression. He sat down, and without hesitation, the three of them ate together like they had done the previous day. The atmosphere felt natural, almost as if this had always been their routine.After a few minutes, Ronan spoke."I will be late for work today. I have somewhere to stop
Something inside Adaline shifted the moment she heard those words.You are nothing like your father.The sentence did not sound dramatic or loud. It was simple and steady, spoken with certainty. Yet it carried a strength that loosened something tightly wound inside her chest. For years she had carried the weight of her father's mistakes. Even though she had never taken part in his actions, she had still felt stained by them. She had lived with guilt that did not belong to her, guilt that was forced onto her simply because she carried his name.But hearing Ronan say that she was nothing like him changed something deep within her.It felt as though a heavy chain had finally snapped. Her eyes filled instantly. Then she burst into tears.The tears came freely and uncontrollably, flowing down her cheeks as if her heart had been waiting for permission to release them. She did not try to stop them. She could not.Ronan noticed the change immediately.His expression shifted from calm to alarm
Ronan turned his back to leave the backyard and walked toward the house without saying a word. The air was quiet, and the evening breeze moved gently across the compound. As he reached the entrance leading inside, he stopped abruptly.Standing a few steps away from him was Adaline.She was holding what appeared to be a cup of tea carefully in both hands. Her hair was neatly packed, but a few soft strands had slipped loose and rested gently behind her face. The light breeze touched the strands lightly, giving her an even softer appearance. She was not looking at him.Instead, her eyes were lowered, and she was batting her lashes nervously as if gathering courage to speak. Ronan's gaze remained fixed on her. Adaline swallowed slightly before speaking."Mrs. Margareta asked me to bring this to you."Her voice was calm, but there was a faint tremor in it. Ronan did not respond immediately. He simply nodded once."Come closer," he said quietly.Adaline's heart began to beat faster. She fel







