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Worthy of Us
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2025-08-08 02:15:24“Seriously, why are you so noisy? And why haven’t you crashed yet?” Edward asked, just as the bathroom door clicked open.
Abigail froze, blinking at him.
He stepped out, robe loosely tied, chest still damp, a towel slung over his shoulder as he dried his tousled hair. The bitter scent of alcohol clinging to him earlier had mostly faded, replaced by the faint fragrance of his soap.
“I-I thought something happened in there,” she said, voice half-defensive, half-concerned. “You were taking forever.”
Edward smirked. “Oh, come on. You really thought I drowned in the tub?” he teased, ruffling her hair like she was some nervous kitten. “Go lie down, sleepyhead. I’ll change and be right there.”
She followed him with her eyes as he disappeared into the walk-in closet, then quietly padded over to the bed. By the time Edward came out in his pajamas, she was already under the covers—
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“Seriously, why are you so noisy? And why haven’t you crashed yet?” Edward asked, just as the bathroom door clicked open.Abigail froze, blinking at him.He stepped out, robe loosely tied, chest still damp, a towel slung over his shoulder as he dried his tousled hair. The bitter scent of alcohol clinging to him earlier had mostly faded, replaced by the faint fragrance of his soap.“I-I thought something happened in there,” she said, voice half-defensive, half-concerned. “You were taking forever.”Edward smirked. “Oh, come on. You really thought I drowned in the tub?” he teased, ruffling her hair like she was some nervous kitten. “Go lie down, sleepyhead. I’ll change and be right there.”She followed him with her eyes as he disappeared into the walk-in closet, then quietly padded over to the bed. By the time Edward came out in his pajamas, she was already under the covers—
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Abigail swallowed hard, secretly, as Chloe stared at her—eyes twinkling with mischief, the kind that made you feel like you’d just walked into the punchline of a joke you didn’t want to hear.Just yesterday, Edward had claimed they were married. Her. A secretary. The wife of the president of the country’s largest corporation? How was she supposed to believe that, let alone expect anyone else to?“There are plenty of more qualified candidates in this company,” the HR Manager said, walking up to them with a clipboard half-raised, already halfway into an objection.“No,” Chloe cut in sharply. Her voice had that polished, commanding edge that made everyone pause. “I want her.”“But she’s—”“I know. You said she’s Edward’s secretary,” Chloe replied, now turning fully to face the manager. “But I’m not just anybody to Edward.”“You’re his wife, so basically—”“Exactly.” Chloe cut her off again, the word crisp as glass. She turned toward Abigail, her gaze full of implications. “I’m confident
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