Semua Bab FORBIDDEN AFFECTION : Bab 61 - Bab 65

Lara’s POV I hesitated in front of Aiden’s office door, palms damp, heart racing. The words “I love you” spun circles in my head, but they refused to come out right. Should I just say it? Or throw it in as a joke so I could laugh it off if he didn’t feel the same? I knocked lightly—so soft it was almost pointless. No answer. I tried again, a little firmer. Still silence. Taking a shaky breath, I pushed the door open just enough to peek inside. He was there—behind his desk, sleeves rolled up, pen in hand. The veins in his forearm flexed with every stroke, his jaw set in focus. My chest tightened. “Um…” My voice came out small. “Can I come in?” His head lifted. His eyes landed on me, unreadable but warmer than usual. “Of course,” he said. I slipped inside, closing the door softly. My fingers twisted the hem of my blouse as I stopped in front of his desk. “I… came to deliver my application letter,” I said, forcing the words past the lump in my throat. “And I thought I should… com

Lara’s POV It was lunch break, Rose finally had time for me. We left the design floor together and headed to the cafeteria, the smell of food drifting out even before we walked in. The place buzzed with chatter, clinking trays, and the hum of workers unwinding for a short while. We grabbed our meals and found a small table near the corner. I dug into my food right away, but Rose just sat there for a moment, poking at her rice like she wasn’t really hungry. Her voice dropped low, barely above a whisper. “You know… I’m starting to think this whole internship idea was a bad one.” I nearly choked on my drink. “Wait, what? Are you seriously saying this right now?” I laughed, leaning toward her with a playful smirk. Rose narrowed her eyes at me, clearly annoyed at my amusement. I shook my head and teased, “Don’t tell me you’re already giving up. One day in, and you’re planning of giving up?” Her lips twitched, like she wanted to smile but refused. “Giving up? Never. Especially w

Lara’s POV I sat on the edge of Aiden’s bed, my fingers twisting nervously as my eyes wandered over the roses I had scattered. The whole room smelled sweet, intoxicating even. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might burst out of my chest. The sound of the door unlocking made me jump. My breath caught. The door pushed open, and there he was—Aiden. Shoulders straight, tie loosened, his expression tired but still sharp enough to make me weak. Then his eyes landed on me. On the roses. On the wine. He froze. The silence stretched, unbearable, while his gaze darkened, sweeping over me in the red dress, my curves outlined under the dim light. “Lara,” his voice came low, rougher than usual. “What is this?” I stood on trembling legs, forcing myself forward. “It’s… for you,” I whispered. His eyes narrowed, unreadable. “For me?” “Yes.” My hands clutched the hem of my dress. “I… I couldn’t hold it in anymore.” My voice cracked, but I pushed through. “Aiden, I love