LOGINIt felt like all the blood drained from Joy's body.She couldn't speak. Her trembling eyes repeatedly read the name printed on the document she was holding. She felt as if she had been doused with cold water.EVELYN MONTALBAN.It felt like a cold hand was tightly gripping her stomach every time her gaze landed on that name. Evelyn. The name of Alexander's mother. The only woman she saw in the old photographs, the brave woman who founded the foundation for orphans. The woman who owned the antique pendant that Alexander had entrusted to her with full confidence.But why... why was her name inside a confidential investigation report?And what made her heart pound even faster, why was her name included?"Alexander..."The deafening silence of the room was shattered. Her voice trembled slightly, full of nervousness and confusion.The man just stood not too far away. His dark eyes stared at her, his well-built figure like an emotionless statue, but a tremor in his thick jaw was visible. He
"Why did you really choose me?"A deafening silence remained throughout the living room. Joy was still holding the picture, her knuckles turning white from how tightly she gripped it.Alexander was in front of her. Quiet. No explanation. No defense. And most of all, no lies coming out of his mouth. She didn't know which hurt more, the picture she was holding or his silence."Alexander." Her voice broke as she called him. She lifted her face slightly, desperately stopping her tears from falling. "I'm just asking... Why did you really choose me?"He still didn't answer. Joy laughed bitterly."You don't need to think too long if the answer is simple." She slammed the picture down on the glass table. "You said you saw me fight the snatcher. You said you wanted to see if I could make you happy in your life. You said you wanted someone who could make you laugh."She took a deep breath, feeling the lump in her throat. "But what if that wasn't the real reason? What if there's something else?"
The next day, even though it was still early, Joy already had a strange feeling.She didn't know what it was. Nothing bad had happened. No one called her. There was no new problem. But ever since she opened her eyes, it felt like there was a heavy rock pressing on her chest that she couldn't explain.Maybe because of their conversation last night. Maybe because of everything she learned about Alexander's past. Or maybe because of something she preferred not to name yet: the fact that she was falling too hard for a man who would never be hers.She closed her eyes for a moment. You shouldn't be thinking about that, Joy. She got up and prepared for work.When she arrived at the dining area, Alexander wasn't there. She looked at the wall clock. It was still early. She sat down and started eating.A few minutes later, she heard heavy footsteps from the hallway. Alexander. But he didn't go straight to the table. He was holding his cellphone, his forehead creased, and his expression dark."G
Joy did not follow Alexander's order.Not because she wanted to be stubborn. But because she couldn't just go home knowing there was a storm raging in his office.For the whole afternoon, she remained sitting at her desk. She forced herself to work, but every few minutes, she would look at the CEO's closed door.She had forced herself several times not to meddle. Let him be, Joy. It's not your problem. Alexander has his own life.But every time she thought of the man who came out earlier, the man who looked like Alexander but had threatening eyes, her nervousness returned. And she was even more worried because of the way Alexander looked at her earlier. As if he wanted to say something but couldn't.Around seven o'clock, she gave up pretending. She grabbed her bag. But before she could even stand up, the office door opened."Joy."She stopped. Alexander was standing at the doorframe. The sleeves of his polo shirt were rolled up and his hair was slightly messy."Are you heading home?"
Joy stared for a long time at the small silver pendant in her palm.It was simple. No expensive stones, no grand design. But the two letters engraved on the back of it were what she couldn't get out of her mind.E.M.Evelyn Montalban.Alexander's mother. She slowly returned the necklace inside the small box."Why did you give it to me?"Alexander was still standing by the doorframe, one hand tucked inside his pocket. "Because I want you to keep it.""But why?""Because you're careful."She frowned. "There are many people more careful than I am.""Not with things that matter."She fell silent. His voice didn't beat around the bush; it was direct and certain. "Isn't this important to you?""It is.""Then why to me?"Alexander's expression remained unreadable, but a shadow crossed his eyes. "I don't want it in my room.""Why?"A brief silence passed before he answered in a low voice. "Because every time I see it, I remember things I don't want to remember."Joy sighed. Something stopped
Joy was restless all afternoon.She read the same paragraph on her monitor's document several times, but she couldn't understand anything. Her lunch with Clara kept coming back to her mind over and over again."Alexander doesn't usually let people get close to him." And her searing "I see" when she mentioned the contract.Joy shook her head. "Stop overthinking."She had no right to pry. It was only three months, right? After that, she would go back to her own life. Everything should be simple. But why did it feel like there was a heavy weight pressing on her chest every time she thought about leaving the mansion?She grabbed the mouse again, but before she could continue working, a familiar scent of musk surrounded her. A folder was placed on her desk.She looked up. "Sir?"It was Alexander. "Come with me.""Now? It's almost time to go home. Is there a meeting?""No. You'll see."She stood up and followed.They didn't go to the meeting room. Alexander took her to a small archive room







