She remained silent, her gaze flitting around the room trying to avoid Oliver’s intense stare. To break the awkward air between them, she gestured towards the plastic bag on the coffee table.“What is this, Sir?”"Medicines for fever. You need to take one," he instructed, “then I'll drive you home afterward."Emily's jaw dropped. How did he know she had a fever when he clearly had no idea she was having a hard time this morning? "I'm fine, Sir," she said. However, the fatigue etched on her face betrayed her words. "Don't lie to me, Ms. Collins," Oliver countered, his voice leaving no room for argument. "Bryson visited earlier."Surprise fl

Oliver practically collapsed onto the plush couch in his living room, tossing a brown paper bag onto the kitchen island. The doorman had just delivered his dinner – the result of a quick call to his chef friend. Cooking wasn't exactly in Oliver's repertoire, and on busy days like this, Emily would take the initiative to arrange meals. The soft glow of the penthouse lights bathed his exhausted form in a warm sheen. A glance at the clock made him wince – 9:00 PM already. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, fatigue etched on his face. Then, his eyes fell on the crumpled note still clutched in his hand. It was from the brown paper bag. A handwritten message from his chef friend: Made you a Grilled Filet Mignon and Truffle Pasta today, bro. You might be surprised since I heard Ms. Collins wasn't in today. But she called me to prepare dinne

Emily hurried through the glass doors of the tall building, her arms laden with a brown paper bag and a steaming coffee cup balanced precariously on top. Juggling the two, she spotted Bella, her coworker, heading towards the reception desk. "Em!" Bella called out, a friendly smile spreading across her face. Emily offered a quick wave in response before continuing her mad dash towards the president's private elevator. She pressed the button for the top floor with a practiced ease, her heart hammering against her ribs. A quick glance down revealed her reflection in the mirrored doors - a sea of dark green pencil skirt and a floral brown blouse that seemed perpetually wrinkled despite her efforts with the iron. Her black tights did little to combat the morning chill, and her black pumps clicked a staccato beat against the polished marble floor. She adjusted her

Even Bella seemed stunned by his appearance. Her eyes widened, and she nudged Jayce, who looked equally bewildered. Even the nearby workers at their tables were craning their necks for a better look."Oh my god, is she walking towards us?" Bella muttered excitedly. "Is he planning to eat here?" Jace echoed.As Oliver approached, Emily, Jayce, and Bella all stood up instinctively, mixed emotions swirling on their faces."Good day, Sir," Bella and Jace chorused, clearly surprised by Oliver's unexpected presence in the employee cafeteria."Hey," Oliver said, offering a polite smile. However, his smile didn't quite reach his eyes, and his gaze held something. "I-it's okay, Sir," Bella stammered, still staring at Oliver with wide eyes.Unable to hold back any longer, Emily blurted out the question that was burning in her mind. "I'm sorry, Sir, but what are you doing here?"Oliver glanced at her briefly before turning his attention back to Bella and Jace. He spoke in a polite but firm man

As the car rolled down the long driveway, Emily's grip on her bag tightened. Her gaze darted out the window, taking in every detail of the place that felt both familiar and utterly foreign. She couldn't help but admire the grand estate, especially the mansion. The house stood tall with large windows, its exterior constructed from light-colored stone, giving it a stately and classic appearance. The front yard was expansive, stretching out into a well-manicured lawn dotted with flower beds bursting with color. At the far end of the property, a glimpse of the family’s large land came into view, hinting at the vastness of the estate.The car finally came to a halt in front of the grand entrance. Oliver announced, "We're here. Are you ready?" His voice startled Emily from her nervous reverie.She took a deep breath. It's not like she can run back to the city and forget everything that happened. So she forced out, “Um…yeah.”She followed Oliver out of the car. He slipped his phone into his