Semua Bab His Sassy Secretary: Lia’s Revenge: Bab 101 - Bab 110

Ophelia’s POV The mornings at the office had shifted from the usual monotony to a symphony of stolen glances, fleeting touches, and unspoken words that lingered in the air. Every moment around Aaron was electric, an invisible thread pulling us closer even when we tried to focus on work. I walked into his office that morning, my heart already racing at the thought of seeing him. Aaron was seated behind his desk, his tie slightly loosened, and his sleeves rolled up—a look that I had come to adore. He glanced up as I entered, a soft smile playing on his lips. “Good morning,” he said, his voice warm, a stark contrast to the sharp professionalism he once exuded. “Morning,” I replied, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks as I placed the files on his desk. His gaze lingered on me a little longer than necessary, and I felt the weight of his attention like a warm embrace. “Busy day ahead?” I asked, trying to sound casual as I stepped back. “Not if I can help it,” he said with a smirk, leaning

Ophelia’s POV The next morning, I woke up with an unfamiliar lightness in my chest. My mind replayed the events of the previous night on a loop—Aaron’s lingering touches, his kisses, the way he had looked at me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was intoxicating, and for the first time in years, I allowed myself to savor the happiness bubbling inside me. But with that joy came the creeping tendrils of doubt. This wasn’t supposed to happen. Not with him. I had been so careful to keep my walls up, to focus on the plan and nothing else. Yet here I was, tumbling headfirst into emotions I wasn’t sure I was ready to handle. I shook the thoughts away as I got ready for work, deciding to focus on the present rather than the million questions swirling in my head. Today was a new day, and I had to keep things professional—even if my heart begged to let the boundaries blur. When I arrived at the office, Aaron was already there, his tall figure leaning against my desk with a c

Ophelia’s POV The morning after our rooftop dinner was unexpectedly calm. Aaron had left early for a business call, leaving me a note by the bedside table: Ophelia, I’ll be tied up for a few hours, but don’t plan anything for tonight. It’s my turn to surprise you. Aaron His words brought a smile to my lips. Over the past few weeks, Aaron’s gestures had gone from calculated and professional to deeply personal. Though he remained the sharp and confident businessman I had come to admire, there was a tenderness in his actions that felt reserved just for me. As the day passed, I found myself struggling to focus on work emails and tasks. My mind kept drifting back to Aaron’s note. What did he have planned? By the time evening rolled around, I had changed outfits three times before settling on a simple yet flattering burgundy dress. It hugged my curves but wasn’t over the top—perfect for whatever Aaron had in mind. When he knocked on my door, I opened it to find him standing there with a

Ophelia’s POV The morning after was quiet, the kind of serene that made you wish time could stand still. Sunlight poured through the hotel room windows, painting the space in soft hues of gold. Aaron’s suite was luxurious but still somehow cozy. Sitting on the couch where we’d spent hours talking, I cradled the last sip of wine in my glass, replaying the events of the night before. I’d woken up in my own suite, of course, after a lingering goodbye and another heart-melting kiss at his door. But even now, with him out of sight, he lingered in every thought. A soft knock on my door broke through my reverie. My heart leaped as I crossed the room, already knowing who it would be. When I opened the door, Aaron stood there, casually dressed in a crisp white shirt and tailored slacks. His sleeves were rolled up, revealing strong forearms, and his signature smirk was firmly in place. “Good morning,” he said, holding up two coffee cups. “I figured you might need this.” “You’re officially

Ophelia’s POV The morning began like any other, with the hum of routine pulling me from sleep and into the rhythm of the day. Caleb was already at the breakfast table, sleepily munching on toast while Nanny bustled about the kitchen. “Good morning, love,” I greeted him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Morning, Mom,” he replied, his voice still thick with sleep. “Be good for Nanny today, okay? I’ll be back by dinner.” He nodded, giving me a small smile. While Caleb had always been a perceptive child, I could sense he’d noticed my subtle shifts lately—the long phone calls, the smiles I tried to hide, the way my mind seemed elsewhere at times. As I headed to work, my thoughts were consumed by the conversation Aaron and I had the night before. “It’s time we told Caleb,” Aaron had said, his tone firm but kind. “I don’t want to keep this from him, Ophelia. He deserves to know.” “I agree,” I had replied, though the thought made my stomach twist with nerves. Caleb was my world,