The security guard looked incredibly torn.He knew this car needed to be let in. But once they raised that gate and allowed it through, they might just be handing themselves a pink slip.Trembling, he called to report the situation up the chain.The call landed in Barnes’s hands. Seconds later, the guard heard him relaying it directly to the boss.And then came the faint response: “Let him in.”The guard finally exhaled, watching the limited edition Maybach Zeppelin roll through. His expression was... complicated.Richard rarely showed up at Walton Enterprises after retiring.Tomorrow’s finance blogs? Probably going to explode.One of the receptionists personally escorted Richard and his driver upstairs to the CEO’s office. She was so nervous the entire way she didn’t dare utter a single word.As soon as Richard stepped in, he saw Layson sitting on the couch, gently coaxing Adela to drink some water.He nearly had a heart attack right there.His face went stiff with rage. He walked st
A woman’s scream.In the silence of the night, it was piercing—jarring.Layson’s normally steady heartbeat instantly sped up. He pulled Adela tightly into his arms and flicked on the bedside lamp. The soft orange light chased away the darkness and the chill creeping through the room.Adela was clearly trapped in a nightmare. Her breathing had turned shallow and erratic. That’s when Layson started to panic.He kept gently stroking her cheek, voice low and firm, whispering again and again, “Adela, wake up. Baby, it’s okay—I’m here.”But she couldn’t hear him. She couldn’t move. She was completely locked inside the dream.Layson grabbed a towel and started wiping the sweat off her back, still calling her name, coaxing her back to him.Finally, she jolted awake, gasping for air like she’d been drowning. Only then did Layson let out the breath he’d been holding.He wrapped her in his arms and rubbed her back, whispering over and over, “You’re safe. It’s okay now.”Adela squeezed her eyes s
Layson glanced at Adela, his gaze sharp and unreadable, so deep it made her heart race.But he didn’t say anything. Just kept signing papers like nothing happened.He had never been physically attracted to anyone else. Adela was the first—and she’d be the last. But saying something like that out loud? No way. No one would believe him.And explaining it all in detail? Not his style.Back when he was fifteen, trapped in that hellhole underground syndicate, he'd already seen humanity’s darkest side. The psychological trauma stuck, even if he hadn’t been physically harmed.He’d been so young—no time for fantasies or crushes. After what he saw there, he honestly thought he might be broken. For years, he genuinely believed he was incapable of… feeling that kind of desire.Until he met Adela.Layson didn’t want to talk about that past. And he definitely didn’t want to lie to the woman in his arms. Instead, he just gave her a little smile and asked lightly, “Would it matter to you if I had? O
Layson was the first to react. He casually grabbed the blazer from the desk and draped it over Adela’s shoulders, shielding her as she sat in his lap.He let out a slow breath and looked toward the office door—Aurora was standing there, pale as a ghost.His brows creased slightly, voice cold and hoarse: “Aurora, ever heard of knocking? Where are your manners?”The blow landed hard. Aurora’s face drained of all color. She bit her lip so hard it was bleeding and stammered, “I-I didn’t mean to barge in. My heel broke. I lost my balance. I didn’t have time to knock, I’m so sorry…”Layson didn’t even glance at her again. He lowered his head toward the woman in his arms—Adela was hastily buttoning up his shirt one button at a time, her fingers trembling, her breath unsteady as it warmed his chest. He gave her waist a gentle squeeze.Aurora, leaning on the doorframe, looked devastated. When Layson didn’t say anything else, she panicked and blurted out, “This is the file from the meeting—you
Layson lowered his head into Adela’s neck, breathed her in like she was the only oxygen he needed, then let go and calmly resumed reviewing his paperwork.His voice was soft, almost amused.“She scared the hell out of me, you know. Mentally scarred, ten out of ten. Lucky I met you—otherwise, your man would’ve been doomed.”Adela snorted. Yeah right.“You expect me to believe that?”When he didn’t answer, she squinted at him.“So what happened to her?”He shrugged, casually.“Thought she might be lonely. Called in security.”Adela froze, hand still gripping his sleeve, and stared at him in disbelief.“You... what?”Layson didn’t even blink.“Didn’t touch her. Just asked her to pick whichever one she liked.”Adela burst into laughter.“She must’ve hated your guts.”“Not really my concern,” he replied, cool as ever.“She quit the next day. Can’t remember exactly. If you care enough, ask Barnes.”Adela rolled her eyes.“Why would I ask him? Forget it. But seriously, if I hadn’t been here
Adela blinked. Hard.Did that girl just say she was acting like a wife? Since when?! Who were these people and what alternate universe were they living in?Layson’s hand, which was holding his pen, paused midair. He glanced up at the crack of the door where Adela stood peeking through. The corners of his lips twitched in amusement. Under the golden afternoon sunlight, his smile practically sparkled.The girl, misreading the shift in his expression as encouragement, didn't sit down like before. Instead, she strode to the door and shut it behind her.Adela's eyes narrowed. Shouldn’t this girl be avoiding suspicion since they were alone? And didn’t she just admit to knowing Layson had a girlfriend?What followed, though, left Adela absolutely speechless.The girl walked straight to the center of the room, cheeks flushed but clearly determined.“Mr. Norman, I’ve seen your secretary. She’s beautiful, yes—but I know you must like her for her innocence. A lot of men do. And me? I’ve been tol