تسجيل الدخولImogenI 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
Lyra“You should go back to your room to sleep,” he said after a long pause.I smiled and shook my head. Playing around the bush clearly wasn’t going to work on him. The smile stayed on my face as I replied, “That’s what I do all day.”He didn’t leave this time. He stayed right there. So I reached
MalcolmTwenty years ago, when I was only eight years old, a tragedy happened that I would never forget for as long as I lived.It was the last day I ever saw my parents alive.I still remembered how beautiful my mother looked that evening in her red dress while she stood in front of the mirror wit
MalcolmI immediately sat up from the bed, convinced for a moment that my lack of sleep was finally starting to mess with my head because there was absolutely no way Sebastian had just called to tell me that I was married.“What the hell did you just say?” I asked sharply, my voice still rough from
ImogenMy eyes widened as I scrolled through the latest gossip online. Out of all the headlines flooding my screen, one instantly caught my attention — and shattered my heart at the same time.Billionaire CEO Malcolm Grayson was apparently married.My crush was married.I stared at the screen for a







