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 believe that

smile widened. "You're a smart man, Mr. Langford. You should know I

expression darkened. "Then please, Mr. Smith, get

he spoke, "Do you remember what

years ago?" Jordan's grip on his coffee cup tightened. "Are you saying Tania's departure was orchestrated by

raised his eyebrows playfully. "But I never said that

know where Layla is? Or are you telling me she didn't disappear at all-that you're

you ask

Langford, have you ever really treated Layla as your

you have to say, just say it. What is it that you want from

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

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