I froze.Did he just... reverse-rizz me?My cheeks went hot, and I realized too late that I'd totally walked into his trap. All this time, I'd pegged him as some clueless rookie, but nope—dude was playing in the major leagues.Not bad.I fought back a smirk, keeping my expression cool. "Don't flatter yourself."I put down my bowl, breezed over to the couch, and turned on the TV.Meanwhile, Xander was annoyingly unbothered. He cleaned the table—wiping off the soup I'd accidentally sprayed on him, washing the dishes, even tidying up the kitchen."Mind if I use your bathroom?" he asked."Knock yourself out," I said, keeping my eyes glued to the screen.But I couldn't shake his earlier comment. It lingered, like a song stuck in my head, making it impossible to act normal.Maybe it was because part of me really had thought about him staying over."I'm gonna take a shower," Xander added, snapping me out of my spiral.He stood there, cool as ever, like he was daring me to twist hi
I didn't answer him directly. Instead, I asked, "Jace, how did you know I almost got hit by a car?"Hearing I wasn't hurt, he let go of my arm and leaned against the doorframe. "Of course I know," he said, letting out a bitter laugh, "because I had someone secretly protecting you."Protecting me?Translation: he'd been having me followed.The realization lit a fire in me. My chest tightened with anger, and a cold laugh slipped out before I could stop it. "Wow. Your people are top-tier, huh? I almost got hit by a car, and nobody swooped in to save the day.""You're right," Jace admitted. "I've already fired him." His eyes flicked back to mine. "I've also got someone looking into who hit you."At least that saved me the trouble. "Let me know when you find out," I said bluntly.He didn't answer, just leaned there, looking drained.He might've been fine loitering, but I wasn't. Especially since Xander was still inside my apartment."Jace, it's late. You should go home," I said, ma
I was startled. "Jace, you..."But before I could finish, he swiped the blood away with the back of his hand, turned, and walked off. My legs twitched, like they wanted to follow him, but nope, I stayed put.Maybe it was better this way. If he kept pushing himself like that, maybe he'd finally leave me alone.Xander came, his eyes zeroing in on the bloodstain. "Whoa, are you mad at me? I didn't mean anything—I just thought he was annoying you, so I stepped in."I ignored him and shoved the clothes I was holding into his hands. "Just go, Xander."He hesitated but eventually headed to change. When he came back, his bag of dirty clothes was in one hand, and in the other? A wet wipe.To my surprise, he crouched down by the door, wiping up the blood Jace left behind.The second the door clicked shut behind Xander, I collapsed onto the couch.I sat there for what felt like hours, my brain stuck in a loop of Jace coughing up blood on repeat. When I couldn't sit anymore, I flopped onto
On my way to the breakroom, I casually asked a few coworkers, "Mr. Shane didn't come in today?"They exchanged looks, barely holding back laughter. It only made me more curious. "What's the deal? Something happen to him?""He got scratched up!" one finally blurted."His girlfriend probably did it," someone else chimed in."Who knew she had claws like that?""Yeah, well, he was at a nightclub. Honestly, if I were her, I'd scratch him up too."The chatter snowballed from there, painting a pretty clear picture: Ron wasn't in because he had a visible scratch on his face and was too embarrassed to show up.When I got back to my desk, I couldn't resist giving him a call. Not to poke fun—just, you know, check in. After all, he'd always been nice to me.The moment he picked up, Ron didn't even give me a chance to say hi. "Don't listen to the nonsense those gossiping hens at the office are saying. None of it's true."His denial was chef's kiss classic—the guilty dog barks first. I play
"Do you remember who it was?" Ron pressed again."I think you need to focus on healing and getting back to work," I said lightly, dodging. "Your daily check-ins are the highlight of my day." Then I hung up with a laugh.Wayne stepped inside as I set my phone down, placing the bouquet on my desk. He studied me for a moment. "It's been a long time since I've seen you smile like that.""It was our boss," I said, using Ron as my cover story. "He got scratched up by his girlfriend and was complaining to me about it.""Let me guess—he went to a club," Wayne said, casually. "I saw him there."My pulse stuttered. He saw Ron? And Ron mentioned seeing someone who looked like Demi. If Ron wasn't mistaken, then... did Wayne see Demi too?And if she really was in Seavora, what about the person she was so terrified of?I'd always had my suspicions. That person might just be Wayne."Is that so? Seems like all you men have a thing for places like that," I teased, watching for a reaction.Wayn
"I'm fine, just a random wave of nausea," I muttered, watching Wayne carefully.He looked genuinely concerned, but even that annoyed me. Funny how not loving someone can make their kindness feel like a trap—or worse, a crime."Good. Go drink some water," he said, still sounding too caring for my liking.I headed back to my office, but before I got there, someone stepped out of the elevator—a familiar figure."Mr. Hart!""You're back?""Everyone missed you!"The staff lit up like Christmas lights, but, of course, they were mistaking Xander for Hayden. Typical. Xander didn't correct them, just smiled politely and walked straight toward me.Wayne's mood? Instantly icy."What are you doing here?" I asked Xander, keeping it curt.He wasn't Hayden, and letting people think he was would only stir up drama I didn't have the energy to handle.He held up a food container. "Brought you lunch."My stomach growled, like perfect timing, dude. I hadn't eaten since last night, and my body
Xander got some serious guts. He knew Wayne had been after me, yet he still stepped up like it was nothing.Bold move, honestly—I didn't see that coming from him.But with Demi possibly hanging around DracoLux, I had to prioritize that. "Sorry, I've got other plans tonight," I told him.Xander? Totally unbothered. "Alright. If you need anything, just let me know." Then he gave me a polite nod and left without a fuss.At the elevator, someone called him "Mr. Hart" again. He just nodded, cool as ever, not correcting them.Wayne, who'd been quietly observing, chimed in. "He really does look like Hayden. So, what do you think? Could it be him?"I couldn't shut it down too fast, or Wayne would get suspicious. So, I kept it casual with a small smile. "No idea. That's why I'm testing him."I gave the food container in my hand a little shake. "Hayden used to get all fancy with his meals, so I figured I'd see if Xander can keep up in the kitchen."That was mostly for Wayne's benefit. If
The second I brought up my dad, Wayne clammed up. Guess it's hard to chat when your dad's the reason mine's gone."There will never be meatballs I like in this world again," I said, staring down at the meatballs Xander had made. I tried to sound casual, like I didn't care, but my brain was screaming, 'Don't blow this! Don't let Wayne catch on about Xander.'Because now? I knew. Xander was Hayden. The disguise, the secrecy—it wasn't random. He had a reason. Whatever it was, I just had to roll with it for now."Rea, I'm really sorry about your parents." His voice dripped guilt, but his face? Ugh, it was all fake pity, like he thought that'd fix anything.It didn't. If anything, it made my stomach twist, but I just smiled tight and said, "It's not your fault."He gave a bitter smile. "You're... so kind, Rea."Yeah, kind enough to almost forgive his family once. Key word: almost. I'd learned better. No way I'd let that slide—not now, not ever.I needed to end this convo before I sna
"Got it!" Lena responded cheerfully. She washed her hands before sitting back down, picking up the utensils Aaron had prepared for her, and diving into her dumpling-and-dipping-sauce breakfast combo. "Uncle, why aren’t you eating?" She had already eaten two dumplings before realizing he hadn’t touched any. "I’m not hungry." Three words. Which meant he hadn’t eaten yet. "There’s too much food. I can’t finish it all by myself. Eat some too," Lena said casually as she picked up a dumpling with her chopsticks and held it up to his mouth. She did it so naturally—until she realized what she had just done. Aaron froze for a second, surprised by her gesture. The moment of hesitation made her realize too—wasn’t this kind of inappropriate? She was just about to pull her hand back when— He leaned in and took the dumpling straight into his mouth. Lena’s face flushed red in an instant. She hurriedly withdrew her hand, lowered her head, and focused on eating. Meanwhile, Aar
She was shocked to see him here so early. Especially today—a day when everyone was celebrating the new year, spending time with their loved ones—and yet, he was here. With her. Lena wasn’t made of stone. She felt it. A warmth, an unspoken emotion that settled deep in her chest. "Uncle, why are you here so early?" She walked over, hands casually tucked into her coat pockets. "I didn’t want you to go hungry," Aaron replied simply, lifting the bag of food in his hand. He glanced at her break room. "Open the door." She unlocked the door and stepped inside, with him following close behind. Her break room was small—a single desk and chair, a narrow bed, and a tiny wardrobe. Nothing extra, nothing unnecessary. "Sit down, Uncle," she said naturally, settling onto the bed while motioning for him to take the chair. Aaron placed the food down and asked, "Did you sleep at all?" "I did," Lena replied. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she thought of that dream—and let o
"If it weren’t for my goddaughter, I wouldn’t even bother with you," Lena said, gently rocking the baby in her arms. "Right, little Aurora? Your godmother just adores you." "Come on, Aurora, it’s time to eat," Lena said as she carefully placed the baby in Keira's arms. Although it was her first time, Keira wasn’t embarrassed. She followed Lena’s instructions, trying to breastfeed for the first time. But the process was… painful. And since her posture was incorrect, neither of them got it right—Keira ended up covered in sweat from struggling, and her baby still hadn’t eaten properly. Panic set in. Anxiety crept up her spine. "What do I do?" Keira asked, her voice tight with unease. "It’s okay. This happens at first. Let’s transition with formula for now," Lena reassured Keira before glancing at Hayden, who had been standing there the whole time, watching anxiously—and sweating just as much as Keira was. "Go make your daughter a bottle," she told him. Hayden, the man wh
That conversation… Lena shuddered. Yeah, she had definitely come back too early. It was best to leave now before she ruined the mood for those two inside. Not wanting to hear any more, she quickly turned to leave—only to smack her leg against a nearby chair. The pain was real, but worse was the noise it made, drawing attention to her presence. Inside the room, Hayden—already feeling awkward from Keira's teasing—froze. The sound from outside made him even more uncomfortable. Keira couldn’t hold back her laughter. The moment Keira burst out laughing, however, pain shot through her lower abdomen. "Ah—ow!" Keira gasped. Hayden immediately panicked. "What’s wrong? Where does it hurt?" Hearing her cry, Lena rushed in as well. "What happened?" "I laughed too hard and pulled my stitches," Keira explained, gripping Hayden’s hand tightly. Lena glared at Keira. "You’re a mother now, and yet you’re still acting like a child. Do you have any idea what condition you’re in?"
"It’s fine. I can do it," Hayden said naturally as he picked up the basin and went to fetch warm water. The moment he stepped out, Lena turned to scold Keira. "You went through so much pain to give birth to his child. Why would you feel bad about letting him do something for you?" "It’s not that I feel bad—I just feel embarrassed," Keira whispered in defense. Lena rolled her eyes. "So dramatic." Keira shot her a glare in return. "Just wait until it’s your turn. When your husband has to handle your private matters, you’ll understand how awkward it is." The moment the words left Keira's mouth, she saw Lena’s face turn red. Lena quickly hugged the baby and turned away. But Keira caught it. Something was off. "Wait… why are you blushing?" Keira asked suspiciously. "I am not blushing," she denied immediately. What Keira didn’t know was that her words had triggered the memory of Lena's ridiculous dream—where she had been lying on the delivery bed, cursing Aaron while gi
The moment she finished cursing, Lena jolted awake. She sat there, dazed. What kind of ridiculous dream was that? She had assisted in delivering countless babies before, but this was the first time she had ever dreamed of giving birth herself. And not only that—she had dreamed of giving birth to Aaron’s child? That was beyond outrageous. Absolutely absurd! What a way to start the new year. That dream was anything but beautiful. Lena ran a hand down her face, shaking off the lingering unease. She quickly got up, poured herself a glass of water to calm down, and then left the break room. Back in the hospital room, Hayden was feeding Keira. Keira was perfectly capable of eating on her own, but he insisted on feeding her, saying that she was in a special period and should be treated like a queen. That this was the time to learn how to be spoiled properly. Fine. If this was how he wanted to make up for the suffering she endured giving birth to their daughter, she’d give
Keira looked at Lena and smiled as she followed up on Hayden’s words. "You’re family. It’s different." Lena shot her a subtle glare before stuffing the red envelope into her pocket and saying, "Give me the rest. I’ll hand them out for you later." Hayden passed her the prepared stack of red envelopes, and as she took them, she asked, "What about the other departments?" Hayden and Aaron exchanged a glance and chuckled. "Of course. Every medical staff member in this hospital gets one." "President Hart, you’re too generous," Lena said, giving him a thumbs-up. With that, she took the envelopes and left. Aaron glanced at the time. "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be heading back now." "Mm. Happy New Year!" Hayden said, offering his holiday wishes. "Happy New Year to your whole family," Aaron replied, adding a few extra words that made both Hayden and me instinctively turn toward the baby in the bassinet. From today onward, we were officially a family of three. Outside the h
When Keira returned to the hospital room, she was greeted by a sight that made her pause. The room was decorated with fresh flowers and balloons, and beside her bed, there was a small cart filled with various gift boxes. The atmosphere was so festive that if someone walked in, they might have thought it was a birthday party rather than a postpartum recovery room. "What’s all this?" Lena asked on Keira's behalf. "A reward for my wife," Hayden answered, his hand still holding Keira's as he gazed at her with deep affection. "She went through so much. This is my way of thanking her." Keira smiled faintly. "I don’t need any of this." "Whether you need it or not is one thing. Giving it to you is my choice," Hayden said, pressing a kiss onto Keira's fingertips. "Even if everything I have already belongs to you, I still want to give you more." "Such a loving husband—honestly, what more could a woman ask for?" Lena teased before patting Keira's hospital bed. "But if President Hart r
Elder Mitchell wasn’t buying it. "That just means you guys didn’t really want to give anything. If you truly wanted to, there’s no such thing as a gift that can’t be delivered." The two old men started bickering again, but Hayden ignored them. Instead, he kept his eyes on the infant bathing room. Before long, the nurse finished bathing the baby and carried her out. Hayden reached out to take her, but the two elders immediately moved to get closer. He blocked them without hesitation. "Don’t you know old people’s eyes are toxic? You shouldn’t be staring at her for too long." Elder Hart: "…" Elder Mitchell: "…" With that, Hayden carried the baby and walked away. The two old men trailed after him, hoping to catch another glimpse, but Hayden wasn’t about to give them the chance. "Congratulations," Aaron, who had been standing nearby, offered his well wishes. "It’s a daughter. Take a look," Hayden said, his pride practically radiating off him. Aaron lowered his gaze to the