All Chapters of Secrets of a Hidden Marriage: Chapter 131 - Chapter 137

Liam looked stunned for a split second.I could see it—the slight hitch in his breath, the way his gaze lingered on me just a little too long. It was rare to catch him off guard, and I had done it with one kiss. A soft one. Barely there. But enough.My cheeks burned with the aftermath. I turned my face away, pretending to focus on my untouched plate, though the taste of tomato sirloin was the furthest thing from my mind.I could feel him watching me.Then he leaned in, his breath grazing my ear, his voice velvet-smooth and teasing. “My love, you seem to have left something on my lips.”I shot him a look, trying to keep my composure, though I could already feel a smile tugging at my lips. “You’re impossible.”Still, I reached for a napkin, my fingers brushing his chin as I dabbed at the corner of his mouth. His skin was warm. Close. Too close.Across the table, Robert Hart let out an exaggerated sigh, shaking his head like a disapproving father. “If you two are so infatuated, perhaps

Robert Hart leaned back in his chair, fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood of his desk. His sharp eyes settled on the two sitting across from him. “I just spoke with David Brooks. Now that the marriage certificate has been signed, we should move forward with the wedding as soon as possible.”Liam Hart didn’t flinch. Not even a flicker of reaction. His voice remained calm, firm. “Allie and I have already discussed it. We’ll have the wedding after she graduates.”Allie, sitting beside him with her arms folded tightly across her chest, gave a nod of agreement. “I’ll be starting my senior year soon, and things are going to get hectic. I have my thesis, plus the film project. There’s just too much going on right now.”Robert studied them for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, slowly, he gave a curt nod. “If you’ve both thought this through, then there’s no rush.”David Brooks tossed in a few routine questions before excusing himself, leaving behind a quiet,

The shoot moved like a well-oiled machine. Lights adjusted. Cameras rolled. Everyone worked with clockwork precision. The energy on set buzzed, not chaotic, but alive. Liam Hart arrived earlier than expected.

Liam leaned back in his chair, his fingers steepled under his chin as he studied Adam with a calm intensity. "What’s going on with you lately? You’ve been... off." Elizabeth let out a breathy sigh, lazily swirling the wine in her glass. "Hasn’t he alway