Chapter 127: The File

Olivia's POV

My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, I didn't move—just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.

Something felt different.

No warmth behind me.

No strong arm around my waist.

No calloused hand on my—

My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!

I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up—not long ago.

I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn't what I came here for. I didn't come here to feel like this—to be touched like that. To want more.

I was here for a reason. A mission.

My father.

The safe.

The file.

Quickly, I got down from the bed and set out to do my task, not even caring where Lennox had gone.

I crouched beside the small cabinet, reaching for the third drawer on the left.

It was right where I remembered.

Quietly, I pulled it open and reached behind it, fingers searching blindly until I felt cold metal brush my skin.

The key.

I pulled it out slowly, turning back toward the far corner of the room where the safe was built into the wall, hidden behind a row of old books.

One by one, I slid the books aside and revealed the small steel door.

My hands were trembling now—not just from fear of being caught, but from fear of not finding anything at all.

it be here," I whispered a silent

the key

It clicked.

door creaked

folders and documents. I reached for the first file, and it

Parker Melford.

This was it.

threatened to rise—but I

pulled it out and carefully closed the safe, pushing the books back exactly

key in my hand, I turned—only to freeze in

My heart jumped.

lifted the hem of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file underneath it, securing

the door opened—Lennox stepped in, holding a tray of breakfast

the door, holding the tray

smile tugged at his lips. "You're

to keep my breathing calm, forcing a small

the tray slightly. "I figured you might be hungry…

stared at him, eyebrows lifting in surprise. "You…

know it's not perfect but… I

my voice. "Did you ever do this for your wife?" I asked, already knowing the answer, but I just wanted to hear it

His smile faltered. "No."

I frowned. "Why not?"

jaw tightening. "Things were…

Complicated?

never got

didn't respond right away—just stood there, eyes dropping to the tray in his hands like he

my chest,

this," I said,

"Olivia—"

sharply. "You didn't make her breakfast—your own wife—but you're making breakfast for another man's wife now? That's not fair to

he wanted to explain, like he had words but

and please, I want to

not daring to look back. The file was still tucked under my shirt, the key still

As soon as I was out, I released

my room, I locked the door and exhaled in relief. I quickly sat on the bed and opened

opened the worn file on my lap. Papers,

page was a formal

Accused of

My breath hitched.

accused of not just

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