Semua Bab When I Let You Go: Bab 1 - Bab 10

I gave him a subtle look to reassure him, then lied without the slightest change in expression. "Connor Brooks, your personal assistant. Since you've woken up, Ms. Alder, there are still many urgent matters at the company that need handling. I won't disturb you and your husband any further."I lowered my head slightly, my tone respectful and distant.Naomi seemed a little unsettled by my attitude. She unconsciously licked her dry lips, her eyes lingering for a brief second on the glass of water I had placed on the table.In the past, I would have already brought it to her lips, even testing the temperature beforehand. But now, I did not move at all.Naomi waited for two seconds. When I did not react, her frown deepened. She turned to Tristan, her voice carrying a faint trace of softness. "Honey, I want some water."It was obvious Tristan had never taken care of anyone before. He fumbled awkwardly as he poured a glass of water, but it was too hot. The moment he handed it over, Naom

Early the next morning, I was jolted awake by a shrill, insistent ringtone.It was an unfamiliar number, but I already knew who it was.The moment I answered, Naomi's irritable voice came through. "Connor! Where the hell have you been? Where's my coffee? Do you even know what time it is?"Listening to that all-too-familiar tone of command, I calmly poured myself a glass of milk."Ms. Alder, it's seven-thirty in the morning. According to labor laws, this is my personal time. As for your coffee, shouldn't your husband be handling that now?"There was a brief silence on the other end, then Tristan's voice came through, thick with tears. "Naomi, it's my fault. I didn't know you only drink that kind of coffee… That machine was too complicated. I think I broke it, and I still couldn't figure it out…"Instantly, Naomi's tone softened into concern. "It's okay. It's not your fault. Connor didn't tell you."Then, she snapped back at me, her voice rising. "Connor, you're my assistant. Can'

A week later, Naomi forced herself out of the hospital. Whether it was because Tristan had worn her down during her stay, or because she could not bear to leave the company's power in my hands any longer, she returned with her stitches still in place, charging straight back into the office.At the morning meeting, Naomi sat in the head seat wearing a suit that did not quite fit. It had been tailored to her old measurements, but after a week in the hospital, she had lost weight, and it now hung loosely on her frame.Beside her sat Tristan, dressed to the nines. He wore a pink suit from a luxury brand's latest collection, a massive diamond necklace gleaming at his throat. He looked less like he was here for work and more like he was walking a red carpet."Let me introduce someone." Naomi cleared her throat and shot me a provocative look. "Starting today, Tristan will be serving as my personal executive assistant."A ripple of shock ran through the conference room. The executives ex

On the night of the gala, I walked into the venue with Celine Gray on my arm and drew more than a few admiring glances.Celine was an investor I had been working with recently. More importantly, the way she looked at me was filled with appreciation and respect—nothing like Naomi's constant, condescending scrutiny."Mr. Brooks, you look very handsome tonight," Celine murmured near my ear."Thank you. You look beautiful as well, Ms. Gray," I replied politely.Just then, a stir broke out near the entrance. Naomi had arrived.She wore a sharply tailored couture suit, still carrying that same air of untouchable arrogance. But the person beside her—Tristan—was difficult to describe.He had shown up in a bright red casual outfit. Worse, he had styled his hair in an over-the-top, flashy look that clashed horribly with the refined atmosphere of the event.Whispers rippled through the crowd. Some people even let out quiet laughs.Naomi clearly noticed. Her expression darkened, and she

After that night, Naomi did not come to the office for several days. I heard she was down with a fever. Whether it was from anger or from standing in the cold wind that night, no one seemed to know.Tristan, on the other hand, showed up every day. But he had clearly learned his lesson. Whenever he saw me, he immediately took a detour, no longer daring to provoke me.That day, as I passed by Naomi's office, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. Just as I reached it, I heard the sound of someone rummaging through things inside.Through the narrow gap, I saw Tristan crouched in front of the safe. He held a miniature camera, snapping photos of a document in a frantic rush. His hands trembled, his face a mix of tension and greed."What are you doing?"A sharp shout came from behind me.Naomi strode over, clearly intending to confront me, only to catch sight of Tristan's furtive actions inside.Startled, Tristan dropped the camera with a clatter. He scrambled to his feet, trying to hi