Your Guise Is Slipping, Miss Pearl

Pearl didn't expect to see Silas there.

"Surprised to see me?" Silas looked dashing in his refined suit, his demeanor exuding nobility and elegance.

"Well, you must have a reason for being here," Pearl replied calmly. As they spoke, she distributed the dessert and coffee to the nearby employees. "Yes, I do." Silas moved closer to her and whispered, "I came for you."

Pearl felt a shiver run through her but tried to compose herself. "I'm not sure what you're trying to achieve, but there's no need for this."

Silas's smile faded slowly. "I'm simply glad to be here. No need to get all worked up."

"That's good," Pearl said, handing him a cup of coffee. "Here, have some coffee."

"You're so generous, Mrs. Waldorf. This must be expensive coffee," Silas remarked, shaking the cup. "But unfortunately, I prefer Americano."

next time," Pearl said

couldn't quite figure out why it felt hard to talk to her.

casually inquired about Richard's whereabouts from an employee and headed to his

engrossed in a document. He looked up, slightly annoyed at the lack of a knock, but his expression softened

thought I'd surprise you since I've never visited while you're working. Also, I wanted to make sure you

you? I've even switched to a male secretary since you

glancing at the man at the door. "Let's not give people

nothing to doubt. I have a wife." Richard raised his hand before Pearl

over and settled into his arms. "Who taught you to

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"Fine."

eat later. What do you feel like? We can leave