The Bound Between Us

Mr. Walker stepped out of the bedroom, pausing at the door for a moment. He looked back at Autumn, who was resting quietly on the bed, then gently closed the door behind him.

In the study, his assistant came in carrying a stack of files. "Mr. Walker, here's what you asked for."

He opened the folder to find piles of photographs. They were snapshots of Autumn meeting Ben, along with some from her college days.

One group photo caught his eye-—it was a little blurry, but Mr. Walker immediately recognized the two men beside Autumn. Ben was on her left, Devin on her right.

Back in college, Autumn was the belle of the class-everyone loved her.

Without a word, Mr. Walker slid the photos into a manila envelope, his face giving nothing away. He turned to his assistant. “What's happening over there?"

"Last night, Rowan was poisoned and Jason rushed him to the hospital. They managed to save him, and he was sent home this morning," the assistant reported. "Rowan's sticking to his story, insisting Mrs. Walker was the one behind it all."

Mr. Walker's expression darkened. Trouble doesn't come out of nowhere, and now it was Autumn who was in the crosshairs—she wouldn't be able to walk away from this so easily.

He'd already suspected Autumn might be involved in Anastasia's kidnapping. Now, all the signs pointed right to her.

The assistant watched him, a hint of worry in his eyes. "Sir, I really don't think Mrs. Walker had anything to do with this."

Whether she did or not, Mr. Walker knew the truth deep down. With all this evidence and Rowan's accusation, if it weren't for his protection, Autumn would have been hauled in for questioning already.

“Go on,” Mr. Walker said, waving him off. “Call me if anything comes up at the office."

"Yes, sir."

called out again. "Have someone keep an eye on Herman. I want to know

"Yes, sir."

Rowan confessed, Herman had disappeared from the

of being the mastermind behind

a cigar. Alone in the study, he sat

knew exactly what it meant to protect Autumn, and the conflict ate at

spent his whole life doing right by others, never once betraying his conscience. But today, he knew he was crossing that

to the public. The

Husband and wife were supposed

he

darker as

left the house alone, no security or staff, and went looking for

just stepped out of the building when he

understood what was going

on ahead," Herman said to his men. Then he crossed

him with a warm

calling him by his first name

cool, almost indifferent, as

Mr. Walker's voice was

Herman replied. He wanted to see

off. The

café, which had been cleared out for them.