NORA Ivory blinked, caught off guard—but only for a second. She recovered fast, straightened her spine like she was used to taking hits and walking away from them untouched.Kian turned slowly, face unreadable. “Ivory,” he said, voice low, calm, controlled. Too controlled. “Go home and rest.”She hesitated. “It’s late. I could just sleep in the guest—”“No.” His tone dropped lower. “You’ve done enough for today. Go home.”And then I cleared my throat, “Miss Ivory, your boss is a married man now, you should now learn to adapt.” “Go home now.” Kian said firmly with a wide smile.She gave him a long, unreadable look. Then she nodded once, tight, stiff. “As you wish, Mr. Wilson.”The door closed behind her without another word.I didn’t move. I just watched him. Still in his expensive wedding suit, still perfect, still distant.Kian walked back toward the table. His eyes flicked over the food, then to me. “Did you make this?”“No,” I deadpanned. “The chef you didn’t employ, whipped it u
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