Mag-log inImogenI walked over to Mrs. Rachel’s desk with a polite smile. “Good afternoon.”“Mrs. Evans,” she greeted warmly. “What can I do for you?”“Could you please tell the boss I need an audience with him?”She nodded and reached for the office phone. “Sir, Mrs. Evans is here.” After a short pause, she hung up with a small smile. “He said you didn’t need to announce yourself—you can just go in.”Typical him. I chuckled, and she joined me.I still couldn’t believe I was actually following Sebastian’s advice, but here goes nothing.I opened the door and stepped inside. Alexander wasn’t at his desk. Instead, he lay stretched out on the couch, his suit jacket discarded at one end, sleeves rolled up.I approached quietly. His eyes were closed.“Sit, Imogen,” he said without opening them.I moved toward one of the chairs, but his voice stopped me.“On the couch.”I sighed softly and sat beside his reclined form. Slowly, he opened his eyes, a faint frown creasing his forehead as he turned his he
ImogenThe entire night, sleep refused to come.No matter how many times I shut my eyes, my mind kept drifting back to everything that had happened in the garden.Without realizing it, my fingers found their way to my lips again.The memory of our kiss replayed itself over and over in my head.A smile slowly spread across my face."This is bad..." I whispered to myself before squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face into the pillow, rolling from one side of the bed to the other.Seriously...What was happening to me?After that awkward kiss, we had gone back into the restaurant.Well...I had gone back in and ordered even more food.After everything that had happened during that walk, my heart had been racing so much that I suddenly became hungry all over again.Even Malcolm had looked at me for a moment before simply letting me order whatever I wanted.Thinking about it now only made me smile even more.After dinner, he had insisted on dropping me home himself.The drive back wasn't
ImogenMalcolm remained silent. He didn't say a single word.He simply stared at me, and after a few seconds, it finally dawned on me that he hadn't taken my answer lightly at all."But... you were the one who asked," I said, trying to defend myself.His gaze drifted away for a brief moment before returning to me."Sebastian, huh?" he asked quietly.I swallowed."You do realize I was only joking, don't you?" I asked cautiously.The last thing I wanted was to become the reason Malcolm buried poor Sebastian under another mountain of work.Sebastian...I was really sorry for dragging you into this."In every joke," Malcolm replied calmly, "there's always a little truth."Well...He wasn't exactly wrong.Malcolm was darkness.Sebastian was sunshine.But that didn't mean I had romantic feelings for Sebastian.Not at all.I simply enjoyed being around him because I felt comfortable with him. We could complain about Malcolm together, gossip whenever we had the chance, and I never felt the ne
ImogenBefore Malcolm had the chance to continue, the waiter returned with our food, and inwardly I let out a sigh of relief.Thank God.The conversation had started heading somewhere I wasn't quite ready to revisit, and I had no doubt Malcolm would circle back to it the moment he found another opportunity.Once the waiter had carefully placed every dish on the table and excused himself, Malcolm glanced at me."We should eat."I simply nodded.And that was exactly what we did.Well... more like what I did.One thing about me was that I loved food. No matter how upset I was, no matter what kind of depressing situation I found myself in, my appetite never seemed to disappear. It was almost impressive how my stomach refused to cooperate with my emotions.Everything tasted so good that before I realized it, I had already eaten far more than I intended."Are you sure your father didn't disown you because you kept finishing all his food?"The impossible Malcolm Grayson asked with a perfectl
ImogenHow did we get here?How had I ended up kissing Malcolm right now?It wasn't part of the plan.And why did I like it so much?Oh God...How did all of this happen?It all started while I was still admiring myself in the mirror.My phone suddenly rang.It was Malcolm.The moment Stella saw his name on the screen, she immediately fell silent as I answered the call."I'm outside," he said simply.My eyes widened."Okay... I'll be out in a minute," I replied before ending the call."He came to pick me up himself?" I asked absentmindedly."Of course," Stella replied as though it was the most natural thing in the world. "That's how it's supposed to be. Come on, girl. You don't want to keep your man waiting."My man...Well, she wasn't exactly wrong.Still, I had expected Xavier to drive me to Malcolm, not for Malcolm to come and pick me up himself.Although I had been the one to choose where we were going.After all, Malcolm had asked me to pick the venue.For a moment, I considered
ImogenThe moment he saw me, those were the first words that came out of his mouth."Let's go on a date."His tone was completely serious, making me blink several times just to convince myself I hadn't imagined it."You want to take me out on a date?" I asked, completely perplexed.He nodded without hesitation."Yes. That's exactly what I asked."I looked at him suspiciously."But why? We've had countless lunches and dinners together already."He tilted his head slightly."That's different. I want to get to know you better."His answer made me let out a quiet sigh."Alright then. When do you want us to go?"He cleared his throat before replying."Whenever it's convenient for you."I mentally went through our schedule before answering."It can only be next week." There is no way in hell it can happen this week, our schedule is so packed right now because we took the day off yesterday. "Why not this week?" he asked, pulling me from my thoughts.I looked at him in surprise."Our schedul
ImogenI was so tired that my legs felt like they could give out at any moment."I think we've had enough fun for one day," Malcolm said as he glanced back at the amusement park, looking almost as though he would miss the place.I raised a brow."You did, though."He chuckled."Indeed."When we fin
ImogenThe time finally came, and when we arrived at the amusement park, it was crowded with people. Adults and children walked about excitedly, and the entire place was lively with colorful lights shining from every direction. As I glanced around, I noticed Malcolm's bodyguards scattered throughou
Malcolm Later, I took her to a fine dining restaurant. At the very least, I hoped it would improve her mood and make up for what happened yesterday, and thankfully it worked because without any warning, she suddenly looked at me and said, "I forgive you." That made me laugh. "Is it really that
MalcolmI stood there for a moment, unable to take my eyes off her.Imogen.Of all the names in the world, it just had to be Imogen."And why wouldn't he like that name? It's a beautiful name," Marcelo said, but the moment he caught sight of my expression, he paused and nodded slowly. "Oh.""Do you







