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. “Thank

Mr. Smith left politely.

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

at Rowan. The middle-aged man, who was put on the pedestal in Southeast

despite his limited culinary skills after his identity was exposed, and he, too,

Was she

just stand there.” She looked at him.

surprised, but he sprang right up once he touched

“I… I just want to tell you that I’ve mistreated you all. A thought gone stray back then cost yours

were trembling. “Cordelia, I’m not a good father. I’m not asking for your forgiveness… but please give me

Cordelia clenched her hands, nails digging into her palms. “With

“Cordelia—”

“It’s too late!”

dropped with what

hoarse as he called her

how we’ve spent

contact. Her gaze was deep, like an abyss—it was no

could not

as William Jenner’s illegitimate daughter, and

house chores and taking care of mom and him when I was eight! I learned how to spend

I met Zephyr. If that man were really Marcus Grist, you might not even be able

“Sorry, I’m sorry…”

heart felt like it was being sliced but sorry felt cheap at this moment. No matter how many times he

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

shaking

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