Chapter 8: Conference Meeting

The following morning, Ruby found herself standing in front of the mirror, adjusting the delicate pearl earrings she had chosen to wear.

The soft cream-colored blouse and tailored black pencil skirt hugged her figure in a way that was both elegant and professional.

She looked the part—poised, polished, and every bit the wife of Stefan Winters and every bit, Ivy Quinn.

His wife.

She inhaled sharply, pushing the thought away. It was a role, she was playing for money and for family, nothing more. A dangerous role, but one she had no choice but to play.

"You’re unusually quiet this morning. You don’t have to go if you don’t want to."

Ruby turned to see Stefan standing near the doorway, his head tilted slightly as if trying to pick up on her mood.

He was dressed immaculately in a navy-blue suit, the crisp lines accentuating his tall, commanding frame. Even without sight, he carried himself like a man who owned the world.

She forced a small smile. "Just thinking." .com

"About?"

"How convincing I need to be today," she said, more to herself than to Stefan though loud enough for him to hear.

Stefan smirked. "You’re already doing a good job. You sound nervous, just like a new bride accompanying her husband to work for the first time," he said with a chuckle.

Ruby rolled her eyes. "I am nervous, just not for the reasons you think."

It wasn’t a lie. She was nervous of being caught since Ivy had been to Stefan’s office countless times.

They both didn’t have the same personality so it was going to be a difficult task for her.

He moved toward her, his steps confident despite the lack of sight. "Then let’s get this over with, shall we?"

She swallowed hard as he held out his hand. With only a slight hesitation, she placed her fingers in his, ignoring the warmth that spread through her at the simple touch.

This was just another act. Just another day of pretending. She thought as she led him out to the car where the driver was already waiting for them.

grand lobby of Winters Corporation, all eyes turned to them. The usual morning bustle

"Good morning, Mr. Winters."

"Welcome back, sir."

Winters, you look lovely today," the

forced a polite smile, nodding in acknowledgment. It felt strange hearing herself addressed

he did. He acknowledged the greetings with slight nods,

who had stepped out the moment she received a call from

Mr. Winters and congratulations on your

said and Ruby barely gave her a nod, making Naomi

and be all over the place by now but it seemed she had changed after being married for just

arrived yet?" Stefan asked as they approached the

sir," Naomi, responded. "He’s waiting in your

The woman was sharp, professional, and undoubtedly loyal to Stefan. She would have been one of the first

she kept them well-hidden. She thought, telling herself to act properly and composed. The least they could say was she was quiet. At least, it was better than

his cufflinks instead. "If at any point you feel overwhelmed, just step

eyebrow. "I’m not a child, Stefan. I can handle a

that," he said, while

to Stefan. She thought and then took a closer look at

The waves weren’t sleek as it used to. Rather, it was just there. Wasn’t it supposed to even look better than before since

hair was a bit longer than it

color were still

office,

greeted with familiarity before his eyes flickered to Ruby. "Mrs.

not to notice the brief flash of surprise

was certain Oliver had worked closely with Ivy before. If anyone would notice the differences, it would be him since

been so interested in his business so maybe neither Naomi or Oliver knew

to do was make sure to take note of every name being mentioned since she was the only who didn’t

Stefan said as he took his seat behind the desk, his fingers lightly brushing the edge before resting against the

cleared his throat, shifting his attention to the documents in front

investors are hesitating due to last-minute concerns about

Stefan’s expression hardened,

done to reassure

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