“We’re family now. No need to stand on ceremony,” Archer said with a faint smile as he set down the plate.Rachel wasn’t sure how to respond. She had always found Archer a bit intimidating, hard to read, almost unapproachable. And yet—was it just her, or did he sound a little shameless saying that? The contrast left her conflicted.She pulled a tissue from the table behind her and handed it to him.Archer took it with quiet grace and wiped the sauce from his thumb, his movements calm and elegant. Then he simply stood there, waiting for her to speak.Rachel sighed. “How serious are you about my daughter?”Archer didn’t hesitate. “I believe marrying her speaks for itself.”His voice was steady, firm. There was no room for doubt.Rachel took a deep breath. Her voice tightened. “Even if your family doesn’t approve?”She hadn’t meant to be so blunt, but she needed to hear it from him. There were things Aria wouldn’t ask or even think to question. It was up to her, as the mother, to
Archer parked the Range Rover just outside the apartment. After getting out, he opened the trunk and pulled out a carefully wrapped gift prepared for Rachel.When they reached the door, they noticed it was slightly ajar. The smell of food wafted out—warm and savory. Aria hadn't had a home-cooked meal from Rachel in ages. The familiar scent hit her unexpectedly hard, making her throat tighten with emotion.She took a deep breath, forced herself to settle down, and knocked gently on the door.It was James who answered. When he saw Archer, he greeted him politely and stepped aside to let them in.Rachel was still in the kitchen, busy over the stove. James took the gift from Archer’s hands while Aria stepped into the kitchen, hesitating for just a moment before quietly saying, “Mom, I’m here.”Rachel had heard them come in long ago but couldn’t bring herself to go out and greet them. She had been hiding behind the excuse of cooking, focusing entirely on the sizzling pan.She finally
“Wait here for a moment. I’ll be right back,” Archer said softly. His voice was low, almost murmured into her ear. But if the manager had been paying attention, he would’ve caught a bit of it.The manager, who had been pretending not to look, froze. That gentle tone completely threw him off. Archer Duncan? Speaking like that?Since Archer’s back was turned, the manager couldn’t see his expression clearly. But still—his girlfriend looked young. Really young.Archer gave Aria’s hand another squeeze, only letting go once she was comfortably seated. Then he turned and walked over to continue the meeting.A few minutes later, Kent came in with refreshments for Aria—some snacks and a drink. Since she’d be heading home for dinner soon, she didn’t eat much.Seated quietly, Aria looked around Archer’s office. It was minimalist, clean, and straightforward—everything visible at a glance. But there was a small door leading to what must’ve been a private lounge. That room probably held the per
“Okay,” Aria nodded sweetly, her fingers gently tightening around his. That one sentence from him made her heart feel warm and light.As soon as they stepped into the elevator and the doors slid shut, Archer pulled her into his arms. He let go of her hand only to wrap both arms snugly around her waist.“Be good. Let me kiss you,” he murmured against the corner of her eye, his breath hot against her lashes and temple.His lips brushed softly across her pale cheek, lingering, savoring the feel of her skin—smooth like warm silk, impossible to resist. The heat of his mouth followed the curve of her face, moving slowly and deliberately.Since this was his private elevator, leading straight to his floor, Aria didn’t bother to resist. Her cheeks burned under his touch. She instinctively tilted her head up, only to be met with his lips before she could fully catch his gaze.The kiss came deep and unhurried, pressing and grinding into her until she was breathless.Only when he finally let
The CEO’s face, usually cold and impassive—practically screaming “keep your distance”—softened the instant his eyes landed on Aria.For the first time, the staff saw a gentle smile tug at the corner of his lips. Even his sharp, deep-set eyes—normally so intimidating no one dared meet them—now held a warm glow. His gaze softened ever so slightly.The change was subtle. But precisely because he was usually so unreadable, even the smallest shift stood out like a flare.Some of the staff present had also witnessed how Archer treated Lila before—utterly indifferent, colder than ever, as if he didn’t even remember who she was. Compared to that, this was like night and day.Mouths dropped open. Eyes widened. A few employees even started texting their coworkers to get downstairs now.But Aria didn’t notice any of it.The moment she saw Archer, it was like the rest of the world vanished.She froze when she saw him heading toward her with those long, purposeful strides. Her heart skipped.
“Mrs. Duncan, aren’t you going upstairs?” Kent asked when he saw Aria lingering in the lobby.Aria glanced at her watch and shook her head. “I’ll just wait here. He’s almost off work anyway, and I don’t want to interrupt if he’s still in the middle of something.”After all, Archer had already turned down several work-related matters on her behalf.Kent didn’t press the issue. Instead, he quickly had someone bring her a cup of tea before stepping aside to make a call. He walked to a quiet corner and dialed Archer’s number. “Boss, Mrs. Duncan’s here. She’s waiting in the lobby. Said she didn’t want to bother you while you’re working.”“She just got there?” Archer’s calm voice came through the phone.“Yes.” Kent hesitated, then lowered his voice after glancing back to make sure Aria wasn’t paying attention. “She was asking me about your birthday the whole way over.”Archer’s dark brows lifted slightly. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, but he quickly masked it. Across