Rowan froze on the spot, not knowing which leg to move first.

“Mr. Harris, your manager’s waiting for you at the door,” Mr. Smith said with a smile. “There are a few shots to add to Ms. Lulham’s film!”

“Mm, got it.” Neil patted his clothes and put on his sunglasses before walking out. Before he left, he mouthed a “You got this” to Rowan.

Rowan looked at the elevator and then at Mr. Smith with a troubled expression.

Mr. Smith chuckled. “Mr. Irwin, Madam Baker said that you’ve been monkeying here these two days to meet Mrs. Hamerton!”

“Well…” How could Janine describe him to be monkeying around!?

“Don’t worry.” Mr. Smith saw through him. “Madam Baker returned to Chaiseland on an early flight today. She’s not around.”

It was only then Rowan looked better, but he could not let others notice that he was wary of Janine. Hence, he coughed and straightened up his back, huffing audibly. “It doesn’t matter if she’s around or not! I’m not scared!”

Mr. Smith watched Rowan’s back with a shake of his head. He took him to Cordelia’s office shortly.

“Mrs. Hamerton, Mr. Irwin’s here.”

Cordelia’s hands holding a document paused slightly, and she could not help biting her lips.

“Cor—” Rowan stepped forward, but before he could address her, he was worried about upsetting her and changed it to “Madam Cordelia”.

Madam Cordelia? Even Mr. Smith could not help giggling.

Rowan stood rooted. Cordelia did not ask him to sit, so he kept standing.

Mr. Smith said softly, “Mrs. Hamerton, there’s not much to do today. There are two artist schedules. I’ll take them. Have a good talk with Mr. Irwin.”

nodded.

Mr. Smith left politely.

filled with silence. Cordelia could hear her anxious heartbeats. Her thoughts were all over the place. She was the one

man, who was put on the

culinary skills after

wryly. Was

looked at him. “Have

surprised, but he sprang right up

while I stand!” He bit his lips and said seriously, “I… I just want to tell you that I’ve mistreated you all. A thought gone stray back then

a good father. I’m not asking for your forgiveness… but please give me a chance

hands, nails digging into

“Cordelia—”

“It’s too late!”

with

hoarse as he called her name almost pleadingly,

how we’ve spent

maintained eye contact. Her gaze was deep,

but he could not get

Jenner’s illegitimate daughter, and

I was eight! I learned how to spend each penny every month so we

didn’t even give me anything! I’m lucky I met Zephyr. If that man were really Marcus

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

like it was being sliced but sorry felt cheap at this moment. No

sorry.” Cordelia wiped her tears and sobbed, “I’m sorry. I am not prepared to call you dad

kept shaking his

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