"Pull over at the next corner; pick up some wontons at that restaurant."

Chris, well-acquainted with the routines and preferences in Edwin's life, grinned.

“Ah, Miss Thomas’ favorite?"

Receiving no response, Chris focused on the road while Edwin sank into deep contemplation.

Memories flooded back; the chance encounter with Laura overseas and his deliberate efforts to win her heart.

With his charm, looks, and knowledge about her, it wasn't challenging to captivate her.

Yet, he wondered if he'd put too much into this relationship.

In the subdued lighting, Edwin's thoughts meandered to the recent conversation with his father. There was an impending meeting with the Smith heiress on Saturday. Potentially, an alliance could be formed with her, which would mean ending things with Laura.

It wasn't his intention to juggle a lover post-marriage. Laura, as endearing as she was, wasn't part of his long-term plans. In fact, he initially just intended for her to taste love's cruel sting.

The mental image of Laura, vulnerable and heartbroken, unsettled him.

She was delicate, the type to weep at the smallest frustration.

As the vehicle pulled up to Edwin's apartment, Chris, his driver, remarked, "Your villa is way closer to your workplace, Mr. Evans. Why not have Miss Thomas move there?"

Holding a takeout box, Edwin shot Chris a piercing look that silenced him instantly.

He mused internally, letting Laura into his family villa? The place his parents once called home? Absolutely impossible!

Their connection was transient; a fleeting moment.

Entering his dimly lit home, he switched on the lights and moved towards the northern workroom, where he found Laura engrossed in her designs.

Dressed casually in his shirt and shorts, she was oblivious to his presence, Drawing closer, Edwin lightly brushed her chilled legs, concern evident in his voice.

"You're freezing. Why so underdressed?"

Startled, Laura's hand jerked, marring her design. Her voice a blend of frustration and surprise, she muttered, “This is your doing.”

Acknowledging the blame with a soft, “It is," Edwin wrapped his arms around her, lifting her effortlessly from her seat.