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Chapter 83: Unknown

Author: MM de Wet
last update publish date: 2026-06-02 14:00:50

“Sounds good,” Harper says and checks her phone. “I should be heading back. Lunch time is almost over.” Oliver nods reluctantly, his expressions shifting back to professional neutrality as reality intrudes on their private moment. “Right. Back to pretending we are just colleagues.” He moves around the desk to open the door for her, his hand brushing against her lower back briefly as he guides her toward the exit. The touch is quick but intentional, a final

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