The Cherished Wife

Sean smirked as he unbuttoned his white coat. "There's a café downstairs. Mr. Langford, care to join me?"

Jordan, though puzzled, nodded and gestured for Sean to lead the way. "Please."

Once at the café, Sean sat down in a relaxed manner and ordered an Americano with no sugar. Jordan, more composed and formal as always, ordered a Blue Mountain.

The two sat facing each other. Jordan's proper demeanor made Sean, despite being a doctor, seem somewhat less professional by comparison.

Sean fiddled with his hands as he waited for their coffee to arrive. Once served, he made a welcoming gesture. "I wouldn't have guessed, Mr. Langford. You have quite the refined taste." Jordan raised an eyebrow but merely sipped his coffee with his lips pressed tightly together. "I'm curious, Mr. Smith. What's this meeting really about?"

"What if I told you I've found news about Tania? How would you react?"

Jordan's hand froze, nearly spilling his coffee. His brows furrowed together as he met Sean's gaze. "What exactly are you implying? And what does this have to do with Layla's disappearance?"

it off. He refused to let himself

Mr. Langford. You should know I

"Then please, Mr. Smith, get to the

rubbing his chin as he spoke, "Do

Jordan's grip on his coffee cup tightened. "Are you saying Tania's departure was

eyebrows playfully. "But

Smith, do you know where Layla is? Or are you telling

quick, already guessing most of the truth. "So, why did you ask me to meet you today? Are you not

really treated

breath, his patience thinning. "Mr. Smith, whatever you have to say, just say it. What is it that you want from

not foolish enough to confess outright to Layla's abduction. There was something more he wanted from Jordan, and Jordan knew

to the point. I like that," Sean said, pulling a USB drive