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“Was it you who secretly manipulated the orders at Cici’s father's company?”Adela stared coldly at the man across from her, her voice emotionless and tone frigid.Robbie had never seen Adela like this before. He studied her features for a few seconds, then suddenly chuckled.“You actually look quite a lot like someone I know.”As someone who controlled much of New York’s security power, he had of course encountered Liam Walton before. Once you met Liam, you’d never forget his nearly flawless, striking appearance. He typically wore a lazy smirk, with a casual, rakish air. Robbie had only seen him lose his temper once—an image that left a deep impression.Adela’s features bore a strong resemblance, though her brows were a bit softer, less aggressive, and without that overwhelming pressure.“Just answer me. Don’t try to change the subject,” Adela said coolly, her mood soured from the earlier conversation, her patience running thin.“It was me. Why? Did I cause trouble for Cici’s father?

Adela sat stiffly on his lap, unsure whether she should move or stay still. Her hand clenched around her phone, a sheen of sweat forming on her palm.She didn’t dare open the screen in front of Layson, so her eyes darted around aimlessly, eventually landing on his computer. It was just his email, but she quickly looked away—afraid she might see something confidential. She turned her head and buried her face in the crook of his neck, breathing in the cold, clean scent that clung to him.Layson responded to someone on the phone with a short “Mm,” then hung up and placed the phone casually on his desk. One hand was still on the mouse as he said in his usual calm tone, “Came all the way here just to keep me company? I thought you were upset about the rumor.”“I was right there when it happened. Throwing a fit over something like that would be unreasonable.” Adela's voice was muffled against his neck.The phone felt uncomfortable in her hand, so she placed it face-down on the table. With b

Lucy’s voice jumped an octave. Clearly, that one sentence hit a nerve.“You’re seriously sticking your nose in this? I’m here for the exposure—whether Layson Norman even knows me doesn’t matter. That so-called girlfriend of his—if she even exists—no one’s seen her, right? Might as well be a myth.”The woman beside her snapped back, voice growing sharper by the second. “Layson Norman’s personal life isn’t ours to comment on. If he’s keeping someone private, that’s his choice. But you—better take that back. It’s not your place to say that, Lucy. You’re a public figure. Maybe try acting like one.”Adela backed away from the door, just a couple of steps, just enough to avoid the awkwardness of overhearing too much. She was about to fake a dramatic “Oh hi, I just got here” moment—when the elevator dinged. Sam stepped out.“Oh, Adela! You’re early too?” His smile was big and a little surprised.Adela nodded and, remembering what she’d just heard through the door, added—just a little louder

All eyes were on her. It didn’t take a genius to feel the burn of stares boring into her back.Adela walked toward Layson, praying he’d just open the car door and drive them away before this turned into a live broadcast. But before she could say a word, he wrapped an arm around her waist and tipped her chin up with the other.Uh, seriously?Was this man flirting with her in front of the entire entertainment building?Adela's ears instantly turned bright red. She grabbed his hand and tried pulling it down from her face, but the moment she managed that, his other hand slipped around her waist—this time, tugging her close until their bodies were completely flush.Her brain short-circuited.Her body remembered they were still outside. She squirmed, panicking a little, but then Layson leaned in close and murmured against her ear in that low, magnetic voice of his:“Your boyfriend’s been waiting this long. A hug isn’t too much to ask, is it?”His breath brushed her sensitive earlobe, and Ad

Layson stared at Adela’s fragile expression. He felt the familiar itch to light a cigarette—but he didn’t. She couldn’t inhale smoke. Instead, he leaned over and unbuckled her seatbelt, pulling her chin toward him.Soft kisses landed on her cheeks, one after another, brushing away the storm cloud in her heart like gentle waves.“The doctor said it’s normal. Mood swings, emotional dips—pregnant women go through that. I’m going to assume that’s what this is,” he said, voice low and warm. “So, let’s not ask that question again, alright?”His rough thumb gently traced the curve of her lips as he spoke. It wasn’t a suggestion—it was a quiet, commanding reassurance, the kind that left no room for argument. Typical Layson: even when comforting, the man radiated authority.Adela’s lashes fluttered. She didn’t answer. Not yes, not no. Just silence.Layson walked around to the trunk and lifted out two heavy bags of groceries. He gave her a subtle look to follow.Adela trailed behind, clutching