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?"

to shake it off. He refused to let himself believe

Mr. Langford. You should know I

Mr. Smith, get to the

his chin as he spoke, "Do you remember what

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

playfully. "But I never said

do you know where Layla is? Or are you telling me she didn't

the truth. "So, why did you ask me to meet you today? Are you not aware

have you ever really treated

deep breath, his patience thinning. "Mr. Smith, whatever you have to say, just say it.

to confess outright to Layla's abduction. There was something more

I like that," Sean said, pulling a USB drive from his pocket and