登入ImogenNever in a million years did I imagine I would be standing here, frozen in place.While we were on our way here, I had wanted to ask where we were going since neither of them had told me anything, but the problem was I didn't know how to bring it up.So instead, I kept quiet and stared out the car window.But what was this strange feeling that had been gnawing at me ever since we left?It was as though something unexpected was about to happen, and it refused to leave my mind.To be honest, I had been feeling a little off these past few days.Maybe it was because I hadn't been getting enough rest lately."So, would you really follow me blindly whenever I ask you to?" Malcolm suddenly asked.I immediately turned to look at him.Thank goodness he brought it up first."Well..." I began, "as Sebastian said..."I glanced at Sebastian, only to find him raising a brow at me."...we're meeting someone important."The moment I finished speaking, Sebastian burst into laughter.Even Malcol
ImogenOr maybe Sebastian simply had not realized it yet.Then again, that seemed impossible."I still think you're wrong," I said, shaking my head."You do?" he asked with a chuckle, and I nodded."And what about the fact that you call him by his name?" he pressed.I immediately pressed my lips together."He was the one who gave the order," I defended myself, but Sebastian clearly wasn't convinced."Not even I call him by his first name," he said. "You might not realize it, or maybe you simply don't want to believe it, but the Malcolm Grayson I see around you isn't the same Malcolm Grayson I've worked with for eight years, or the same one I've been friends with for fifteen."Now that was news to me."You've been friends with him for what?" I asked, completely baffled.Sebastian chuckled and nodded."We may not look like it, but that bastard and I go way back."This time, I was the one who laughed."And you still have your sanity intact?" I asked between laughs.He laughed along with
EvelynThat stubborn grandson of mine.He has finally discovered that the girl working for him is his wife, and now he wants an audience with me, but something about it just does not add up.The Malcolm I know would never wait for me to return before divorcing her.Or perhaps he simply wants me back so he can rub it in my face that he found out who his wife was all on his own.I was really hoping she would work for him a little longer before he figured it out. At least then, after spending so much time together, he would have fallen in love with her.But I suppose all things must come to an end eventually.After everything I did to bring those two together, from making them share a suite to practically stalking them whenever they went out together.When I saw the pictures from the amusement park and the way my grandson was looking at her, I was so pleased. It felt like all my efforts were finally paying off.Fate was definitely on my side.To be sincere, I did not even know Imogen had
ImogenI immediately turned my face away."Sir, you're too close."As I stepped back, he straightened and muttered under his breath,"I see. I'll have to increase your workload.""Don't you dare," I shot back as we made our way toward the elevator.Anyone listening to him would think he was my husband's spokesperson.Once inside the elevator, I turned to look at him and noticed his expression had hardened again. He stared straight ahead, and for some reason the atmosphere felt heavier than before. I wondered how the meeting had gone because apart from our little discussion earlier, something about him seemed off."I suppose the meeting didn't go as planned?" I asked.He turned his head toward me."Was beginning to think you weren't going to ask."Then he sighed."As always, all they did was annoy me."He rolled his eyes as though replaying the entire meeting in his head."Or maybe you always attend those meetings expecting to be annoyed," I countered.One of his brows rose."You're no
ImogenAaron ended up sitting beside Cyrus, and from what I had gathered so far, the two of them weren't exactly close. Because of that, I decided it would be best to keep my distance from him."And what is Mr. Grayson's personal assistant doing eating lunch at the cafe?" he asked.He seemed unusually interested in my business."Is there a rule that says otherwise?" I asked, keeping my voice calm.He scoffed."Don't mind him, Imogen. Just eat," Cyrus said, and Vivian quickly nodded."Yeah, just ignore him."I did exactly that and returned my attention to my food."I was only asking a question, not something for you to get offended by," Aaron said, trying to justify himself, though there was really no need.I simply continued eating in silence, and everyone else did the same, except for Aaron, who kept looking at me as though he had more to say.Unfortunately, he did."Just because you work closely with Mr. Grayson doesn't mean you should get your hopes up. He changes employees the sam
ImogenIt was a difficult question to answer, and knowing Malcolm, he would want nothing but the truth from me.I swallowed hard.The whole thing was complicated, and since he had never actually mentioned the woman's name, it would be wrong of me to make assumptions. Still, as far as I knew, Ciara was the only female friend he seemed close to."I don't know, sir," I finally admitted.He continued looking at me."So, if you were in my shoes, you would divorce her?" he asked.Honestly, I wasn't sure what to say."If I didn't love her, then yes," I replied.After all, that was the reasonable thing to do. If I suddenly found out I was married to someone I didn't love, I would probably end it immediately."But if you did love her?" he asked, tilting his head slightly.I paused."Then it would depend on whether she felt the same way."That was how marriage was supposed to work, wasn't it?It couldn't be one-sided.Thinking about it now, I felt a little sorry for the man I had married. He ha
ImogenI had always dreamed of marrying the man I truly loved someday, but I guess those were nothing more than childish fantasies because real life was far crueler than the fairytales I created inside my head.I still could not believe I was about to marry someone I did not love, all because of th
MalcolmShe let out a deep sigh before speaking in that calm tone of hers, the same tone she always used whenever she knew she had crossed a line with me.“At least greet your grandmother properly before bombarding her with questions,” she said while walking gracefully toward her seat, her eyes nev
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







