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lan’s complexion drained of color as Laney interrogated him. Desperate to explain himself, but noting the disappointment in her eyes, he realized further words were futile. “It was me,” he admitted.

Laney’s voice was sharp and distinct as she asked, “Why? Why did you do that?”

In a hushed tone, Ian replied, “Mrs. Harding, I merely want to remove obstacles for you. Since leaving Garrett, your life has flourished. No longer bound by the Harding family, you’ve built a career you love and embraced a life of freedom and joy. Isn’t that a blessing?” His eyes locked onto hers, his expression solemn. His voice was soothing, yet seemed to mask a torrent of emotion. “Had I not intervened, Garrett would have pursued you relentlessly, causing you trouble and casting you back into the depths of despair.” Laney averted her gaze, her voice trembling. “Don’t do this again. You’re crossing the line between assistant and employer.”

“Oh, my lady!” Ian sighed, resigned. “Why don’t you understand?” Her heart pounded in time with his words.

“Understand what?” His tender, steady voice whispered into her ear.

“Laney, I’ve stood by your side all this time, doing everything in my power for you, because I love you.”

Laney’s entire being froze.

As lan reached for her hand, she snapped back to reality, stepping away from him.

medicine box, its contents

spilled, releasing a faint alcoholic aroma. Disappointment clouded lan’s features at her reaction. “Laney…” Laney halted him, her voice a flurry of emotion. “I’m sorry, I can’t accept your

remained silent for a moment. Then, discarding his crestfallen demeanor, he offered a gentle smile. “I

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unsure of how to navigate the situation. He hastily gathered

watched her frantic departure, his

that Laney still harbored feelings for Garrett. Her excitement upon seeing him, followed by her fury at his violent actions,

emotions, while indifference bred a steady, unchanging state.

lan’s presence, Laney had always maintained a calm, composed demeanor, revealing no

preparations unfolded in a

forced down a few bites of food, but the stifling atmosphere soon became unbearable. Setting her

he stepped forward to intervene. “Let me handle it, Mrs. Harding.” “It’s okay, I can manage,” Laney

please let me,” lan insisted.

both reached for the