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Before Adela could even finish her question, she felt Layson’s grip on her hand tighten. She didn't dare look at his face.The only sound left in the room was the voice from the TV—Secretary Liu speaking in that calm, composed way that reminded her a bit too much of Layson himself.It might’ve been a minute, maybe five. Either way, it felt like eternity. Long enough for Adela to imagine a hundred scenarios of breakups or him walking away. Her brain spiraled until Layson’s voice finally broke the silence.“When did you find out about that?” he asked, voice hoarse.His grip on her hand grew firmer, a little too firm. She tried to pull back, but he didn’t let go.“When Susan kidnapped Cici,” she said quietly. “I only heard bits and pieces.”Layson’s grip tightened again. Adela winced slightly, but didn’t say anything. Her pride wouldn’t let her complain about the pain.“Who told you? Garcia? Robbie?”He kept his eyes on the TV, but that somehow made her feel even more anxious than if he’

Layson glanced sideways at Adela, eyes filled with amusement. The slight pout on her lips was adorable. He didn’t know what other people experienced when they fell in love—but for him, it was this constant itch to tease her, ruffle her, provoke her. It was addicting.No wonder Liam Walton didn’t like him. If he had a little sister like Adela—soft-hearted, kind of clueless, and ridiculously lovable—he’d probably be furious if someone kept messing with her too.Layson pulled the Phantom into the underground garage. He stepped out, walked around the car, and opened the passenger door for her. His navy blue tailored suit was crisp to perfection, making his tall frame look even more elegant and commanding.The security guard peeked out from the booth, spotted who it was, and instantly retracted. He’d seen Layson before—cold, distant, intimidating. But now? The man was smiling. Actually smiling. And at a girl?The guard rubbed his eyes. Maybe he was hallucinating.Adela had no choice but to

Before Adela could fully organize her thoughts, she heard Emma whisper to Marah’s group,"Mind if I come with you guys to Director Carlton’s office?"One of the girls responded brightly, “Sure!”The office fell quiet again.A shadow fell across Adela’s desk. She didn’t look up this time. “Don’t tell me—”But then she glanced up and saw it was Cici dragging her chair over. “A whole parade of women just trotted off to Carlton’s office.”Her voice dropped to a near whisper. “What do you think? Are they really going to discuss work, or...?”Adela rolled her eyes. “You’re clearly not busy enough. Need me to forward that task I got three minutes ago?”Cici blanched. “Nope! I’m good, fully booked!”Adela leaned closer, her voice quiet. “By the way, about your dad’s company orders—I asked Robbie. He admitted he was the one behind it. But I told him to stop. It won’t cause trouble for your dad, will it?”Cici shook her head, and Adela hesitated before adding, “Robbie said it was him trying to…

Adela had her eyes shut, spacing out completely, when Layson’s low, husky voice rumbled above her head with a hint of a smile.“You asleep?”Her cheeks instantly flushed. She opened her eyes, glaring at him. “How am I supposed to make a call if you won’t let me go?”Layson casually slid his phone into his pocket, arm still slung lazily behind her back. He kissed the top of her head like nothing had happened. “You can make it now.”Adela tried tugging her right hand free—the one holding her phone—but after three failed attempts, she gave up. She looked up at him, silent but clearly annoyed.Layson’s smirk deepened. “What? Not calling anymore?”God, he was infuriatingly childish sometimes.Adela stared at him, eyes narrowed with a growing flicker of frustration. The soft sunlight streaming through the balcony glass danced across her porcelain skin, lighting up her face like something straight out of a dream—pure, clear, and almost untouchable.Layson couldn’t stop staring. He was utterl

Carlton picked up the teapot and filled a cup, pushing it toward Layson.“Since you're here,” he said mildly, “we’ve got a few projects worth talking about. Might as well hear them all together.”Layson raised a brow. What he heard was: You’ve got nothing to do, so sit and look pretty.Still, he leaned back lazily into the couch, one arm casually around Adela, looking like he had all the time in the world.“Sure. Let’s hear it.”His hand slid down her side, fingers catching her hand in his, playing with it absentmindedly like she was a soft little stress toy. His expression was utterly unbothered, like nothing in the room could touch him.Carlton sighed inwardly. If it weren’t for Adela, Layson would’ve never stuck around. He wasn’t exactly a workaholic, but he was definitely a time-is-money kind of guy. Seeing him like this?The emperor no longer cares to govern…Carlton cleared his throat and finally turned to Adela.“The modern drama will be delayed a few days. Production’s hitting