Semua Bab FINDING MY MR RIGHT : Bab 41 - Bab 50

“Does this office look like a joke to you?” Bryan’s voice cut through the air, sharp and cold, his eyes fixed on Trevor. “We’re sorry, sir,” Trevor blurted immediately, his face pale. But before Bryan could say more, Luna lifted her chin. Her heart was pounding, but her pride refused to let her shrink. “I think we have the right to be happy. Laughing isn’t against the rules, and it's still lunch time. We weren’t slacking off.” The room froze. Bryan’s piercing gaze landed on her, and for a moment, no one dared breathe. He looked like he wanted to lash out, but the words wouldn’t come. Something in her defiance stopped him. “Miss Luna,” he finally said, his voice low and clipped. “See me in my office. Now.” Luna exhaled shakily, ignoring Trevor’s sympathetic glance as she followed Bryan. Her palms were damp, her steps heavy, but she kept her head high. The moment the office door shut behind her, Bryan moved. He grabbed Luna's wrist and pulled her against the wall, pinning her th

Luna had managed to survive the rest of the day by keeping her head down. She typed, checked, and forwarded emails like her life depended on it. She could feel Bryan’s gaze on her at odd moments—like the weight of a shadow pressed against her skin—but whenever she dared to glance up, his door was always closed. By evening, most of the trainees had left, including Trevor, who was still chatting on the phone as his laughter faded into the elevators. Luna stretched her stiff shoulders, preparing to pack up, when Ryan appeared at her office. “Don’t leave yet,” he said calmly, though his eyes flickered with something unreadable. “The CEO requests your presence.” Luna’s stomach flipped. “Requests? Or demands?” she murmured under her breath. Ryan gave the faintest smirk. “With him, there’s no difference.” She followed him across the silent floor, the echo of their footsteps filling the vast, dimly lit space. The office doors opened to reveal Bryan leaning casually on his desk, his tie

From the moment Trevor walked out of Bryan's office, Bryan’s focus never wavered. He had instructed that the door should always remain open and the window blinds raised as long as they were both in the office. His excuse was that it wasn’t advisable for a man and a woman to be alone in a room. From then on, every move Trevor made was a threat in Bryan's eyes. Trevor sat back at his desk, pretending nothing had happened, but Bryan wasn’t fooled. He knew the boy’s type—charming, harmless on the surface, but quick to slide into places where he didn’t belong. And right now, that place was Luna. Bryan leaned against the glass wall of his office, hands in his pockets, watching. Through the tinted glass, he could see them both clearly. Trevor bent slightly toward her desk, pointing something out on her laptop screen. Luna laughed. Laughed. The sound didn’t reach Bryan, but it didn’t need to. The smile on her face was enough to light a fire in his chest. That smile should have been his

The peace had stretched for the whole day without any unnecessary drama. Luna decided to stay late to finish the remaining batch of emails. It was already Friday, and she didn’t want the pile following her into the weekend, so she made up her mind to clear them that night. By 8 p.m., she was still in the office, eyes heavy but fingers moving quickly across the keyboard, sorting through the last three emails. The sound of the door opening startled her. Bryan stepped in, his tall frame filling the doorway. “Aren’t you exhausted, princess?” His tone was casual, but his gaze was sharp. “I’m not. I just need to finish this quickly before heading home,” Luna replied, keeping her eyes on the screen. “Do you know what time it is?” Bryan asked, walking further in. Luna glanced at her watch, her eyes widening. “Oh my goodness—it’s late!” she exclaimed. Then she quickly shook her head. “But I need to finish this,” she said, resuming her typing. “You can bring it to my office after dinner

Walking into the women’s section, Luna couldn’t help but whisper a soft wow at how high-end the mall was. The women’s floor glowed with soft golden lights, the polished marble reflecting the endless rows of designer dresses, shoes, and accessories. The air carried the faintest trace of perfume, mingled with the hush of soft background music. Everything about the space radiated luxury. Luna’s eyes widened at the array of clothes. She had never stepped into such a glamorous place for herself before. Her fingers brushed over the silky fabrics, almost hesitant, as if one touch might be enough to stain them. “Don’t just look, princess. Try them,” Bryan said, his voice low but firm. “I don’t even know where to start…” Luna whispered, overwhelmed. Bryan didn’t give her a choice. He plucked a deep emerald-green dress from the rack, holding it up against her. His eyes scanned her slowly, deliberately, and Luna felt heat rise in her cheeks. “This one,” he murmured, his voice dropping jus