The man led Chloe through the hallways, his grip was firm but surprisingly gentle. The echo of her cane tapping against the floor punctuated their silence as they left the building behind. Chloe's pulse was still racing from the humiliation of the cafeteria, but the further they walked, the more the tension in her chest began to ease.The moment they stepped outside, the cool breeze brushed against her skin, bringing with it the subtle scent of flowers and fresh grass. The distant sound of birds chirping and the rustle of leaves created a peaceful backdrop to the chaos swirling inside her mind.He guided her to a bench in a secluded corner of the company’s garden. The bench creaked slightly as she sat down, her hands gripping her cane as if it could ground her. Chloe stared into the darkness of her own world, willing herself to breathe, to let go of the sting of those awful words still ringing in her ears.The kind man remained silent, his presence steady beside her. She could sense
Leo stood still, his gaze following Chloe and Adam as they walked away. The garden was quiet, which was very different from the thoughts going through his mind. He watched the way Adam’s hand rested protectively on Chloe’s arm, guiding her away. Chloe didn’t resist, but Leo could sense her reluctance. The subtle hesitation in her step, the way she glanced back, even though she couldn’t see him—it tugged at something deep inside him.There was something about Chloe Westbrook that stuck with him. He had dealt with countless powerful people—politicians, businessmen, even crime bosses—but she was different. She didn’t command a room with wealth or authority. Leo had sensed it from the moment they met; she had a quiet strength that intrigued him, a spark of resilience in her voice that made him want to understand her more. "She doesn't belong in my world," he muttered under his breath in a barely audible voice. Yet, the pull she exerted on him was undeniable. He hadn’t expected to car
Meanwhile, Chloe sat in her room, restless, trying to block out the thoughts that had been swirling in her mind since leaving the company garden. Adam had driven her home even though she protested slightly.She couldn’t shake the strange sensation that had settled in her chest after her encounter with Leo. There was something about him, something unsettling yet oddly... comforting.Her hand rested on her cane as she leaned back in her chair, trying to clear her mind. But every time she closed her eyes, she saw Leo’s face… at least a mental image of what she thinks he looks like—his strong, unreadable expression, his calm yet commanding voice. It wasn’t just the fact that he had helped her; it was the way he had spoken to her, as if he saw something in her that no one else did.She shook her head, trying to dispel the thought. She didn’t need this right now. Her life was already complicated enough without getting tangled up in whatever it was this strange man represented.But more tha
Dan Sawyer entered his house later than usual that evening, his mind still reeling from a day filled with back-to-back meetings and frustrating negotiations. He barely had time to think about anything else—least of all Chloe—though she had slipped into his thoughts once or twice when he wasn’t paying attention. His tie felt too tight around his neck, his shoulders tense from the weight of the day.As soon as the door closed behind him, he was greeted by Sofia."Welcome home, sweetheart!" she chimed cheerfully. She sauntered toward him, her lips pulled into a wide smile.Dan barely glanced at her, before giving a cute response, “Thanks.” Something about her happiness seemed too bright, too exaggerated, for what should have been an ordinary evening. Sofia always carried a certain charm, a confidence that was almost tangible, but tonight, there was an extra layer to it that Dan found unsettling.Sofia leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her lips lingering a little longer than neces
Chloe sat in her room, still feeling restless after her conversation with Adam. Her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts—about her life, about Leo, and now about the possibility of seeing again. The idea filled her with both hope and fear. As much as she yearned for her sight, a part of her was afraid that nothing would change. That even if she could see, the world would still look down on her and still treat her as if she were broken.A soft knock interrupted her thoughts."Chloe," Adam called, his voice just outside the door. "Francis is here."Her heart skipped a beat at the mention of her eldest brother. She had spoken to him briefly on the phone, but this would be their first real meeting since they’d found her. Since they’d discovered she was their long-lost sister. She couldn’t help but feel nervous. What would he think of her? Would he see her as fragile too?Taking a deep breath, she called out, “Come in.”The door opened, and Adam stepped in first, followed by Francis. She cou
Leo returned from his morning run, his face glistening with sweat as he entered the grand marble foyer of his mansion. The cool air inside was welcomed, different from warm air outside. As much as the run was suppose to clear his mind, today was kind of different.He couldn’t place it or wrap his mind around it, but he felt unsettled. He pushed the distraction aside as his second-in-command, Anton, appeared at the base of the staircase, waiting for him. “Morning, boss,” Anton said in his usual calm but efficient voice.Leo nodded, grabbing the towel offered to him by one of his staff as he wiped the sweat from his face. “What’s the update?”Anton stepped forward, his eyes steady and professional. “The whistleblower we found the other day? The one spying on us—he’s waiting in the basement. We’ve started... softening him up, but he’s ready for your attention when you are. Also, the lady you asked me to look into—Chloe Westbrook—her file is on your desk.”Leo’s heart skipped a beat, th
Chloe’s fingers tightened around the small card as Natalie read the words aloud. “Be good.”“Be good?” Chloe echoed with a frown on her face. The message was short, cryptic, and lacked the usual formal tone she expected from a bouquet delivered to a corporate office.Before Chloe could voice her confusion, Natalie flipped the card over. “Oh, there’s something else. The card is signed ‘Your Knight in Night Armour.’”For a brief moment, Chloe's breath caught in her throat and her mind went blank. The phrase "Knight in Night Armour" kept playing over and over in her head, taking her back to a long-ago night she had tried to forget. There was only one person she had ever called that.Dan.He had saved her on that terrible night when she was attacked, protecting her from harm. And when their love had begin to blossom. Chloe had playfully called him her “Knight in Night Armour,” a nickname that had once symbolized her trust in him. But that was a lifetime ago—before everything had fallen
The day dragged on slowly at first for Chloe. She kept herself busy, but her mind drifted back to the flowers and the turmoil from the morning. The hurt, the anger—it was all still fresh. She struggled to focus, her thoughts spiraling. How had everything gotten so complicated?By mid-morning, the office’s usual buzz picked up, and Chloe managed to immerse herself in work. She listened to reports, contributed her insights, and found a bit of solace in the routine. Soon, it was lunchtime.Natalie, as kind as ever, popped her head around the corner. "Hey, Chloe. It’s almost lunchtime. Can I help you get something to eat?"Chloe smiled at the offer, grateful for the gesture. “Thank you, Natalie. I’ll have something simple, maybe a turkey sandwich and some fruit?”Natalie nodded, her voice cheerful. “I’ll get it for you. Be back in a bit!”Chloe leaned back in her chair as Natalie left for the cafeteria. It was a small thing, but she appreciated Natalie’s thoughtfulness. For a moment, she
The days after her confrontation with Leo passed in a haze of confusion and regret for Chloe. She hadn’t meant to push him away with her words. All she wanted was honesty—a glimpse into the shadows he seemed to live in. Yet, she had managed to create a chasm between them.She shook her head as she sat in her office, braille documents under her fingers. It was foolish to keep thinking about him. She didn’t have the luxury to let herself get distracted—not now, not with everything else spiraling around her. Perhaps it was the universe’s way of telling her to focus on herself and the challenges ahead.Still, every so often, her mind would wander, and she would find herself wondering where Leo was. Was he angry? Hurt? Or worse—indifferent?Her frustration simmered as the hours wore on. By the time Marcus helped her into the car that evening, Chloe felt the exhaustion weighing on her, both physically and emotionally.“Rough day?” Marcus asked as he slid into the driver’s seat.“Rough wee
Chloe's gentle breathing created a calm atmosphere in the still living room while Leo tucked the blanket around her shoulders. Her head lay gently on the soft pillow, her face calm in sleep. For the first time in what seemed like days, she appeared genuinely relaxed, causing him to pause before stepping away from her.As soon as he went outside, the calm appearance faded away. The cool evening air touched his skin, but it did not calm the restless energy flowing inside him. His thoughts raced, each one more intense than the previous, as he walked toward the side of the house where Anton was waiting.“Anton,” Leo said, his voice sharp.Anton moved out from the dark corner of the patio, his big body fitting well into the low light. “He’ll be here soon,” he said, his deep voice calm and steady.Leo nodded, his jaw clenched as he folded his arms. “Okay. I would like this completed promptly.”Their tension was clear as the minutes went by, broken only by the soft chirping of crickets. Le
“And yet, you’re still here,” he teased gently, brushing a strand of hair from her face.Chloe’s lips curved into a genuine smile, the weight on her shoulders feeling just a little lighter. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to hope—not just for a resolution to her troubles, but for something more.Leo’s hand lingered on Chloe’s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly against her skin. The intensity of the kiss they’d just shared hung in the air between them, thick and electric. Chloe’s breath was uneven as she tilted her head slightly, her lips curving into a faint, self-conscious smile.“Leo,” she began, her voice soft but steady, “I—”Whatever words she had been about to say were cut off as Leo leaned in again, his lips capturing hers in a kiss that was as deliberate as it was tender. This time, there was no hesitation, no unspoken tension—only the quiet reassurance of two people finding solace in each other. Chloe’s free hand slid up to rest on his chest, feeling the stead
Leo King sat in his office, scrolling through his phone while sipping his usual black coffee. The sharp taste of the drink combined with the usual flow of emails created a clear difference from the surprising news alert that suddenly appeared on his screen.BREAKING NEWS: WESTBROOK ENTERPRISES INTERIM CEO ACCUSED OF EMBEZZLEMENT.Leo’s heart sank. Chloe. He set the coffee cup down with a soft clink, his jaw tightening as he read further. Every line painted her as a calculating executive funneling funds into offshore accounts. It was a clear attack, and yet the media presented it as gospel truth.Without hesitation, he dialed her number. Chloe picked up after a couple of rings, her tone steady but tired. “Leo.”“Chloe, I just saw the news. What’s going on?”“I don’t know who’s behind this,” she began, her voice measured but tinged with frustration. “Someone planted false evidence. Marcus and Adam are helping me—”“I don’t care what the media says,” Leo interrupted firmly. “I care ab
The mall buzzed with the usual hum of activity: children’s laughter echoing from the play area, the faint clinking of plates from the food court, and the soft strains of background music weaving through the air. Sofia Sawyer strolled through the upscale shopping district, her heels clicking against the polished floor. She carried an aura of determination, masking the simmering bitterness she’d harbored since her last encounter with Chloe.She turned into a designer store, her fingers brushing over racks of meticulously crafted garments. Sofia hardly noticed the clothes—her mind was too busy running through scenarios to regain control of her crumbling image. She needed leverage, an edge against Chloe.“...She thinks she’s untouchable,” a sharp voice cut through Sofia’s thoughts.Sofia turned slightly toward the sound, her curiosity piqued. Near the store’s expansive glass windows stood Nancy Greyson, phone pressed to her ear. Nancy’s body language was as cutting as her tone—shoulder
The sound of tires crunching against gravel echoed through the Westbrook mansion driveway, drawing Chloe’s attention from her seat in the drawing room. The faint creak of the front door followed moments later, and Marcus’s measured footsteps approached.“Miss Chloe,” Marcus said from the doorway, his tone careful. “A delivery has arrived for you. It’s... several large boxes.”Chloe tilted her head slightly. “From whom?” she asked, her fingers instinctively tightening around her cane.Marcus hesitated. “Mr. Dan Sawyer.”The name made her chest tighten, her pulse quickening. She forced herself to remain calm, though her voice sharpened. “What’s in the boxes?”“Baby items,” Marcus replied evenly. “A crib, toys, clothes… a few other things. It looks like he was preparing for the child.”Chloe’s lips pressed into a thin line. Her heart sank, and her anger simmered just beneath the surface. “Return them,” she said coolly. “The truck left already, Miss.”“Then call another delivery service
The next few days passed in a blur of happiness and healing for the Westbrook family. The once somber atmosphere of the mansion lightened with each passing day. Adam had taken to cracking even more jokes, and Francis—despite his grumbles—was slowly warming to the teasing camaraderie. Their father spent long afternoons sitting with their mother, the two of them quietly reconnecting after the long, frightening separation.Chloe, too, felt a change within herself. Though her mother’s recovery was still in its early stages, each visit left her feeling more connected. For the first time in a long while, she didn’t feel like an outsider.On a crisp Thursday morning, Chloe stood in the foyer of the Westbrook mansion, adjusting her cane and dress as she waited for Adam. Adam’s voice rang out from upstairs, muffled but still audible.“Chloe! If you don’t wait for me, I’m charging you rent for the ride!”Chloe chuckled softly, her grip tightening on her cane. “You’re the one who’s late, Adam.
Adam's words lingered in the air, each sound affecting Chloe and Marcus like a pebble dropped into calm water.“She’s awake. Mom… Mom is awake.”Chloe’s grip tightened on her cane, her lips parting slightly in disbelief. “Oh my God,” she whispered, the weight of the words settling in her chest. “That’s… That’s incredible news.”Adam’s grin spread, a mixture of relief and excitement lighting up his features. “After a month plus,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “She’s finally awake.”Chloe steadied herself, taking a slow breath as her heart raced. “We need to go,” she said, her voice firm with urgency.Adam was already dialing on his phone. He pressed it to his ear, pacing as the call connected. “Francis? Yeah, it’s Adam. Listen, I just got a call from the hospital. Mom’s awake.”A muffled gasp came from the other end. Adam nodded as though Francis could see him. “Yeah, I know. We’re on our way too. Just... don’t try to drive yourself, alright? We’ll pick you up.”As he ended th
The gift store bell jingled softly as Chloe and Adam stepped inside, Marcus trailing a step behind them, his expression as unreadable as ever. The air carried a faint mix of lavender and vanilla from the myriad of candles and potpourri sachets scattered throughout the shop. Chloe tapped her cane lightly on the floor, the sound echoing faintly as her feet felt the polished tiles beneath her.“I don’t know why you insist on dragging me into this,” Chloe said, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “It’s not like I can help much with picking things out.”“That’s nonsense,” Adam replied, his voice full of mock offense. “You’ve always had impeccable taste. Besides, I need someone to rein me in before I buy something ridiculous.”Marcus’s low murmur cut through. “Before?” It earned a soft chuckle from Chloe.Adam shot Marcus a mock glare. “I’ll have you know, I have exquisite taste. But, for your information, restraint isn’t one of my strengths.”“Exquisite taste?” Chloe tilted her head, her s