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It was a Sunday morning and the house carried a quiet kind of stillness, the kind that made every sound feel more noticeable, Adaline stood by her bed trying to adjust the weight of her bag as she prepared to carry it downstairs, but the moment she lifted it properly she felt the strain and paused when she noticed Ronan's gaze, his eyes were steady, firm, and silent in a way that made her stop what she was doing, she hesitated for a moment before gently placing the bag back down and stepping aside, waiting without saying a word as the guards moved forward and took the bag from her, carrying it downstairs and heading toward the car, the atmosphere between them was calm but there was an unspoken understanding in the way Ronan looked at her, as if reminding her without words to be careful, to not push herself too much, Mrs Margareta came out just then, her voice warm and inviting as she suggested that they stay for breakfast at least before leaving, but Ronan responded before she could f

Ronan took the initiative, placing his hands in his pockets as he addressed the room in a calm and controlled tone, "Adaline is my secretary," he said simply, his gaze steady, "you must be mistaking her for someone else." Tyler tilted his head slightly, a small knowing smile forming on his lips, his eyes resting briefly on Adaline before he replied, "Perhaps," he said lightly, "but I rarely forget faces". The statement lingered in the air, subtle but pointed, yet Ronan did not react outwardly. Adaline kept her expression neutral, maintaining composure as the attention shifted back to the meeting. Tyler gestured toward the seats, "Please, let us begin," he said, "we should focus on why we are here," They all took their seats, and the atmosphere settled into something more formal and serious. Tyler's secretary spoke first, her tone clear and professional. "The leaked documents have caused serious issues for our company," she said, "we already made plans and investments based on th

Adaline closed the door gently after Ronan left,her back resting against it for a brief moment as a soft breath escaped her lips. Her hand moved to her hair, shuffling it slightly in embarrassment as the memory replayed in her mind, the way he had looked at her, the way he had laughed so freely, and the warmth crept up her cheeks all over again. She pressed her lips together and let out a quiet groan, as if trying to bury the moment, but it lingered stubbornly. Her gaze shifted to the document in her hand and she walked to the bed, tossing it carelessly onto the sheets before moving to the table to pick up a glass of water. She took a slow sip, hoping it would calm her, but her thoughts refused to settle. After placing the glass down, she returned to the bed and sat at the edge, her eyes drifting back to the document. Ronan had asked her to prepare a report and send it to Tyler's secretary by tomorrow. Tomorrow. The word echoed softly in her mind. She exhaled and pushed the document

Ronan sat in his hotel room, the quiet hum of the air conditioner filling the silence as his eyes moved across the documents spread neatly on the table, but his focus kept slipping, his thoughts drifting away from numbers and clauses toward something far less controlled.Adaline.Her face from the previous night lingered in his mind, the way she looked at him, the softness in her eyes, the way she smiled without realizing it, and even the memory of her embarrassment when he caught her eating refused to leave him.He exhaled slowly, forcing his attention back to the document, scanning for the section he needed her to review, something simple, something she could handle quickly, before his hand reached for his phone almost on its own.He dialed her number.The line rang. Once. Twice. Three times. No response. Ronan frowned slightly, lowering the phone as he stared at it, the silence unusual because she was always attentive, always quick to respond, especially when it concerned work..He

The restaurant carried a soft, inviting atmosphere, warm lights reflecting gently off polished wooden tables while the faint scent of freshly cooked meals lingered in the air, and Adaline sat across from Vivian, her posture relaxed for the first time that day even though her mind still wandered occasionally.A waitress stood beside their table with a notepad in hand, ready to take their orders.Vivian leaned back slightly, flipping through the menu with ease before closing it with a confident smile."I will have the grilled salmon with lemon butter sauce, a plate of spicy shrimp pasta, chicken alfredo, a medium rare steak, mashed potatoes, and a side of roasted vegetables, add two glasses of fresh orange juice and a strawberry milkshake."The waitress nodded quickly and wrote everything down. Vivian then turned to Adaline, raising a brow."What about you?"Adaline glanced at the menu briefly before looking back up, her voice calm and simple."I will just have fried rice and chicken wi