Author’s pov "What are you waiting for, James? Won't you take her away from my presence?" Adrian's words left James feeling uncertain. Does he want me to let her leave the house or take her to her room? James was confused. Previously, his boss had warned Amber that she would regret her actions. All of these made James not know what to do. "What are you waiting for? Isn't there enough room in this house for her to stay the night?" Adrian reiterated, and it was in that moment that James better understood his boss. He turned to Amber and said, "Please, let's go inside."Adrian glanced around the table and realized he had left his phone behind. He had intended to call his father. He began eating his food, but sensing dissatisfaction with the situation, he got up and headed to his room. Once he found his phone, he paced around the room while dialing his father's number. "Dad, why would you do something like that behind my back? I know you must have done something to make the wo
Amber’s pov I woke up early in the morning, eager to begin my first day as Adrian's secretary. As I sat on the edge of the bed, fully dressed except for my shoes, an idea struck me. Perhaps it would be a pleasant surprise for Adrian if I went ahead and prepared breakfast for him. "Should I wait here or head to the kitchen and prepare something special? Who knows, it might pique his interest," I pondered to myself. With that thought in mind, I stood up and made my way to the kitchen. To my surprise, Mr. Charles, the cook, was already there. "Good morning, ma'am," he greeted me hastily. "Good morning. What are you preparing this morning?" I approached the area where the aprons were hung, intending to pick one up and put it on. However, he interjected, "Ma'am, it wouldn't be a good idea if my boss finds you in the kitchen. I would be the one to take the blame." "What is a woman's role if not to prepare meals for her man? I'm not asking you to leave. Let's prepare it together.
Author's pov Dave's lips parted as soon as Amber entered Adrian's office. He couldn't believe his eyes. His ex-wife, of all people, was now the secretary of someone who had the power to take away his company with a mere signature. Initially, he had thought Amber was here to find a job when he and Gwen first made fun of her on the first floor, but as he observed her from head to toe, he found himself captivated by her beauty. He blinked repeatedly, trying to make sense of the situation. "Am I dreaming?" he wondered, his heart racing as he followed Amber's every move with his eyes. When she finally left the room, he couldn't deny that he felt completely disoriented, even after the door closed. "It seems you're already lost in her beauty. This may be your only chance to sign off your company from Morgan's corporation. The sooner, the better. Ideally, you should handle this assignment within the next four weeks. It's your task, and I need concrete evidence as soon as possible—both a
Amber’s pov "I've come here to apologize for everything I've done.” Those words have the most irritating thought lingering in my mind since I told Dave to leave my office. Just because we work for the same person doesn't mean he should get close to me or try to be familiar. He's the root of all my problems. This wasn't what I had planned. I was the CEO of my own small company before he tricked me and betrayed me. I've felt humiliated numerous times before deciding to meet that mysterious man at the hotel. And what did Dave do? He showed up with ice cream and a rose. What was he expecting? Did he think I'd jump up and embrace him just because he once knew my favorite things? I made it clear that he should stay away from me unless it's work-related. His sight even wants to make me throw-up. As Dave was about to leave, he asked me to lower my voice so Adrian wouldn't overhear us and think he was challenging me. I never knew he was this afraid. Well, his own wickedness has caught up w
Amber's pov When Adrian mentioned the hotel name and room number, I didn't pay much attention or remember how that room number was connected to me, as he was actually talking to the driver. It was only upon entering the hotel several minutes later that I realized it was the very place I had come to meet the mysterious and kind gentleman. Adrian stepped out of the car in the hotel compound, leaving me and the driver inside. There was no need for me to follow him or for him to have my presence. A few minutes later, the driver, Mark, emerged from the car, but he didn't go far. I could still see him from my seat at the back of the car. "How stunning must that lady be? For her to linger in Adrian's memory, she must possess timeless elegance and grace," I pondered, gazing into the rearview mirror. "Why can't I go and meet this fortunate lady?" I felt curious, until reality struck me and I asked myself. "What excuse can I give Adrian for going to meet them there?" I voiced my thoug
Author’s pov Dave and Gwen sat at the dining table in the evening. It was a small, portable table near the kitchen that Amber had bought for this house when she was here. Dave and Gwen, sitting across from each other. Unknowingly to Dave, he wasn't eating his food. His fork and knife rested on the plate, and he had taken only a few bites. Meanwhile, Gwen had almost finished her meal and noticed that Dave was absentmindedly playing with his food. "Do you not like the food?" she asked. "I do," he replied. "What's the matter? Why aren't you eating?" Gwen paused, and they exchanged glances. "You've been moody since you came back from work. Is there something wrong with your new job? Is Adrian causing problems?" she inquired. "No," he shook his head. "Then what's bothering you? Why can't you share it with me?" Gwen asked. "How can I tell you about my mission at Adrian's company?" he thought to himself, returning his gaze to his food. Gwen reached out her right hand and gent
Author’s pov Noah, a pot-bellied man in his mid-forties, held a half glass of crystal-clear wine in his right hand. His short stature and well-creamed hair gave him the appearance of a musician. A luxurious wrist watch adorned his right wrist, and his gaze was fixed on a large flat-screen TV. He was on the verge of laughter due to what he was watching when Diana entered the living room wearing a very short skirt. "Diana?" Noah uncrossed his legs, which were resting on a creamy stool, and his facial expression suddenly changed. "What are you doing here?" He stood up and took two steps closer to her. Noah's height became apparent as he approached Diana, who stood nearly six feet tall. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she averted her gaze, leaving her round earring facing Noah. "What are you doing here? When we last spoke thirty minutes ago, you said you were at Adrian's house. Did he send you away? Didn't he believe you?" "I'm terrified. How can I claim to be
Amber's pov I couldn't comprehend what was driving me out of the house again, repeatedly remembering the name of the hospital James had mentioned. Was there a mistake somewhere? I was so certain that I was the woman Adrian had encountered that day at the hotel. If I wasn't the one, why did they recognize me the other day? If I wasn't the one, why did I recognize the hotel room? The pieces of the puzzle just wouldn't fit together. I was convinced that I was the woman, and an unspoken anger surged within me at the thought of meeting this strange lady at the hospital. Lost in my thoughts, I inadvertently passed the hospital. Realizing my mistake, I needed to turn around since I couldn't just let the road I had already traveled go unchecked. Exiting my car, I hurriedly walked inside. Approaching the receptionist's desk, I said to the nurse, "I've come to see the woman Mr. Adrian visited." How could anyone not know Mr. Adrian or the Morgan family name? They were as well-known as the