تسجيل الدخولImogenMalcolm 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
MalcolmI hurried to my grandmother's study, where she was relaxing comfortably on her large sofa. The moment she saw me, she raised a brow and asked, "So?" I already knew that was the very reason she had called me back."I've decided not to go through with the divorce." I let out.The moment those words left my mouth, a satisfied smile spread across her face."Oh? Then when are you two planning to give me great-grandchildren?" she asked, making me shake my head."What? Don't tell me it doesn't work down there," she added, completely catching me off guard."Are you serious right now?" I blurted out, and she burst into laughter."You should have seen your face, Malcolm," she teased, clearly pleased with herself."If that's all, then I'll be leaving," I said as I turned toward the door."Wait." She called suddenly. I glanced back at her."When are you coming to visit again?" she asked, and immediately Imogen's words echoed in my mind."Spend some time with your grandmother."I let out
Harmon"So how am I supposed to find her?" I asked, tilting my head slightly.He looked up at me."I wish I knew. She blocked me."I clicked my tongue in annoyance.So this fool couldn't even keep his own household in order.Then again...I wasn't exactly one to talk.Every one of my children had become one problem after another. No matter how hard I tried to be both a father and a disciplinarian, they always found a way to go against everything I taught them."I don't care how long it takes or what methods you use," I said firmly. "Find your daughter and bring her to me within two weeks."A cough threatened to escape my throat, but I forced it down.I refused to cough in front of him.He wasn't going to suspect the real reason I had come here.For now, no one knew Ethan was in prison.I wasn't about to let the reputation my late wife and I had spent decades building be ruined."That will be all."Leaning on my cane, I slowly made my way out of the house."How did it go?" my assistant
MalcolmDid she really hate being in the same room with me that much, or was there something else making her act this way? No, she didn't look at me the way most women did, but she had been unusually nervous lately, and the more I thought about it, the more I convinced myself that it was probably b
ImogenWhy was he suddenly so interested in my personal life?Dear Lord… what kind of name was I even supposed to give him? The way he stared at me made it obvious he genuinely wanted an answer.“My husband’s name?” I repeated slowly, buying myself time.He nodded casually.“You can’t possibly tell
ImogenI woke up with a long yawn when my alarm rang and stretched lazily across the bed. That had honestly been one of the best sleeps I’d had in a while. Then reality settled in—I had to get ready to meet Mr. Grayson this morning. Tomorrow, we’d be leaving for a business trip, and the thought alo
MalcolmThe moment we arrived outside, my men immediately straightened up, and almost instantly their eyes landed on Mrs. Evans sleeping quietly in my arms.“She’s sound asleep, sir,” her personal driver commented while walking closer to take her from me, but just then she stirred slightly against







