บททั้งหมดของ Innocent scandal with Mr PR : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Roland’s POV After dinner with my family, I found myself thinking about who to take with me as my date. I considered paying someone, but I was afraid of being exposed. Knowing my family, if I didn’t introduce someone soon, there would be no end to the blind date suggestions. That morning during the meeting, I saw Gina stand up for herself, and I realized she was a good choice. My family might seem simple on the surface, but the extended family was not easy to deal with. Grandma loved grand events—perhaps because of her involvement in the entertainment industry—so her birthday was no exception. “My grandmother’s birthday is coming up,” I began, carefully bringing up the topic. I was going to ask her to be my pretend date, but when our eyes met, something stirred in my heart. It wasn’t the first time I had looked at her, but in that moment, I felt something different. Something I wasn’t sure I had felt my entire life. “I was wondering if you could be my date?” I blurted out.

Gina’s POV After Rena’s visit, I noticed more changes. People greeted me in the mornings. Some even smiled. Conversations no longer stopped the moment I approached, and no one looked at me as if I were waiting to steal something off their desks. I began to feel more comfortable, believing that things were finally moving in the right direction—but I had never been more wrong. It happened two days later, shortly before lunch break. Colleagues who normally kept their eyes on their screens were suddenly glued to their phones. Fingers moved quickly. Heads bent together. And then—glances. Quick ones. Lingering ones. All of them directed at me. Ever since Ethan’s betrayal, I had become unusually sensitive, so I sensed immediately that something was wrong. At first, I thought nothing of it. Office gossip was nothing new. But the looks felt different—heavier, sharper, as though something had already been decided without my knowledge. “What’s going on?” I asked quietly when on

Gina’s POV Hearing my mother talk about pictures, I turned to look at Roland and noticed that he was engrossed in his phone. “I’ll go get the car ready and wait for you downstairs,” he said, clearing his throat awkwardly. For a second, I felt like a teenager being picked up for prom, especially with the way Mom was looking at us. “Mrs. Greenwood, I’ll take my leave now,” Roland said, turning to my mom. “Why are you still calling me Mrs. Greenwood? That’s too formal,” Mum said, shaking her head. I glanced at Roland, who also looked a bit awkward. “Then I’ll call you Aunty,” he suggested. “That is much better,” Mum beamed with a smile. Roland nodded and was out of the room within minutes. “You girl, already meeting his family and you didn’t even tell your mother,” she scolded. I lowered my head, not knowing how to respond. I hated lying to Mom. If Roland were truly my boyfriend, this could count as meeting his parents, but it was an unexpected encounter that brought us together

Gina’s POV The moment the car slowed to a stop, I knew we had arrived. Soft music floated through the air, blending with laughter and the low murmur of voices. When I stepped out of the car and lifted my gaze, I froze. The estate before me was vast—far more than I had imagined. Lights spilled from tall windows, illuminating a grand structure that looked less like a family home and more like something out of a magazine. The wide courtyard, the carefully trimmed hedges, the steady flow of well-dressed guests—it all spoke of wealth and influence. For a brief moment, I felt out of place. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I told myself. Roland was related to the CEO. Of course his family home would be this grand. Still, seeing it in person made the reality sink in. My grip on the mask tightened slightly. Roland stepped out first, his presence immediately drawing attention. Then he opened my door and offered his hand. I hesitated, just for a second, before taking it. His touch was ste

Gina's pov I was really grateful to Betty, as her presence helped me block unnecessary questions. Roland was busy attending to the guests, but she ensured I was not left out. I followed Betty and a few of her friends as they led me toward the Williams family garden. The evening air was warm and fragrant with flowers, and the soft glow of lanterns cast a magical light over the neatly trimmed hedges and winding pathways. I felt a little out of place but tried to keep my composure, letting Betty guide me confidently. “This garden is beautiful,” I said, glancing around. The space was vast, with flowering shrubs, a small fountain, and cozy corners that looked perfect for private conversations. “It’s one of our favorite spots,” Betty said with a grin. “Grandma loves to host events out here when the weather is nice.” A few steps ahead, one of the ladies, Isabel, paused near a pavilion. Her eyes lit up when she noticed a piano tucked in one corner. “Look at that!” Isabel exclaimed.