William clutched his head, completely baffled. "Married? I don't even have a girlfriend!"

"Still denying it?" his mom snapped, giving him a couple of sharp smacks. "That girl literally called! She said she's your wife!"

"You idiot! Even if you got married in secret, fine-but now you've messed up so badly she wants a divorce? Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"

Katherine chimed in dramatically, "Totally! You must have been ignoring her. She probably couldn't take your cold shoulder anymore!"

William hugged his head tighter, practically growling. "Okay, okay! Mom, stop hitting me. Just let me check my phone before you jump to conclusions."

That finally got his mother to calm down a bit.

He massaged his sore head, wincing, and scrolled through his messages-immediately, his face darkened with anger.

"Mom, I swear I'm single! I don't even know this woman! She sent me some weird texts a few days ago, and I thought she had the wrong number. Now it looks like she's trying to scam me!"

Both his mom and sister eyed him skeptically. "Seriously?"

He looked dead serious. "I swear-if I secretly got married and messed around with this woman, may I never have another peaceful day!"

His mom slapped him again. "Ugh, shut your mouth! Don't say things like that! May the gods not take you seriously. You'd better live a long, long life, got it?"

After clearing up the misunderstanding, William angrily blocked Alice's number.

If he weren't above stooping to her level, he would've already tracked her down and given her a piece of his mind.

--

Meanwhile, Alice was sprawled on her couch, bored out of her mind while waiting for a call. She turned on a random drama and mindlessly munched on cucumber-flavored chips.

She waited and waited until she was almost asleep. Then finally-her phone rang! She jolted upright and grabbed it-only to see it wasn't the call she'd been hoping for.

It was Edward.

He never called her this late. This was a first.

Alice sobered up immediately and answered quickly. "Mr. Hawthorne?"

But the voice she heard wasn't his. "Hello? Is this Ms. Sterling? Your husband collapsed while playing squash at our club. He was clutching his stomach in pain and passed out. The paramedics just arrived; he's on his way to the hospital. You need to get there now."

Her face froze. "I'm his secretary, not his wife. But thank you for letting me know. Our company will follow up. Can you tell me which hospital? I'll head there right away."

The guy on the line sounded flustered. "Oh, my bad-he had you listed as his emergency contact, so I assumed. anyway, he's being taken to Nova Hospital. Better hurry."

As soon as the call ended, Alice threw on fresh clothes and dashed out the door.

Luckily, The Lodge Apartments were just six kilometers from Nova Hospital-it only took about ten or fifteen minutes by cab.

When she burst into the hospital room, a doctor was already hooking Edward up to an IV.

"Mr. Hawthorne, are you okay?" Alice rushed to the bed, and her heart sank.

The usually commanding, no-nonsense man looked pale as a ghost. His eyes were shut tight, long lashes trembling as though he were fighting through waves of pain.

He cracked his eyes open slightly when he saw her, but he couldn't even speak-just shut them again, clearly suffering.

The doctor beside the bed, Charles Bennett, turned around when he heard her. His brows lifted slightly when he saw her pretty, gentle face.

"And you are.?"

Slightly out of breath from rushing, Alice replied, "I'm his secretary."

"Secretary?" Charles Bennett leaned his hands on the hospital bed rail, eyeing the weakened Edward with a teasing grin. "Dragging your secretary here after work hours? Impressive. Where's that wife of yours? Shouldn't she be the one taking care of you?"

Alice froze for a second. Wait, is this guy a friend of Mr. Hawthorne's?

But come to think of it, he kinda had a point. Shouldn't the lady of the house be handling this?

Edward's eyes snapped open, sharp as ice, shooting daggers straight at Charles.

"Alright, alright." Charles raised his hands in mock surrender. "Forget I said anything."

Alice didn't bother figuring out their relationship. Her top priority was knowing how her boss was doing.

"Doctor, how is Mr. Hawthorne's condition?"

Charles grinned. "Oh, he'll live."

Alice blinked, sneaking a glance at Edward. "That's-not very reassuring."

Charles chuckled at her awkward but clearly unamused expression.

"Don't stress. This is how he always is," he said. "Knows he's got a serious stomach issue and still skips meals. To make it worse, he drinks on an empty stomach. Honestly, it's like he's asking for it."

Alice was genuinely surprised. Edward had such a serious condition?

And he still drank. yeah, that was pretty much self-sabotage.

On the bed, Edward cracked open his eyes and rasped, "Charles, do you have a death wish?"

Charles casually adjusted the IV drip. "If someone like you is still kicking, how could I be tired of living?"

Alice pressed her lips together and cleared her throat, trying to break up their bickering.

"Um, thank you for your help, Dr. Bennett. Is there anything special I should keep an eye on?"

Charles replied without skipping a beat. "Nope."

Alice stared-he always answered like this?

"With him?" Charles scoffed. "I could nag him a hundred times, and it'd go in one ear and out the other. Might as well save my breath. If it gets worse, we'll just remove part of the stomach. Quick fix."

Alice broke into a cold sweat and swallowed hard. This doctor really had zero filter.

Edward's already stone-cold face turned even darker, as if a storm were brewing. His gaze sliced toward Charles. "Do your job and get out."

Yeah. if he weren't so weak, Alice was pretty sure Mr. Hawthorne would've tossed the doctor out the window by now.

Charles dropped his hands into his coat pockets and shook his head with a sigh. "Okay, okay, take it easy. You're this close to internal bleeding. Chill with that temper."

"I've got a minor surgery to get to," he said, turning to Alice. "His stomach's fragile right now. No solids. Go grab something gentle like oatmeal for him later."

Alice nodded, mentally taking notes. "Got it. Thanks, Doctor. I'll handle it."

"Mm-hm. If anything comes up, talk to the nurses. If they can't solve it, they'll let me know."

"Okay."

Just as he reached the door, Charles stopped and turned back, flashing a slow, mischievous smile at Alice. "By the way, I didn't get your name."

Alice stuck to business. "Alice."

"Sterling." Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, saying the name slowly, almost as if tasting it, then glanced over at Edward, who'd closed his eyes again. His smile deepened.

"Pretty name."

"Oh, before I forget-play some music while he sleeps, yeah? There's a speaker by the bed. Helps him doze off."

Then he was gone.

Music?

Alice glanced over at the small white speaker on the bedside table. It was clearly placed there on purpose.

Hospitals were supposed to be quiet-who puts a speaker by a patient's bed?

Still a bit puzzled, she looked down at Edward and asked, "Mr. Hawthorne, I'll head out to grab your oatmeal later. But. do you want me to arrange for someone to stay and watch over you?"

Edward cracked his eyes open briefly and glanced at her, a faint frown forming between his brows. "No need."

Alice instantly felt the wall of distance he was putting up. She blinked, confused, and instinctively touched her nose.

Was he upset with her? But he seemed fine during the business trip, didn't he?

She moved toward the bedside table, reaching for the speaker as Charles Bennett had suggested.

"Don't bother," he said flatly, his voice emotionless.

Alice paused mid-motion, glanced over at the man lying there with his eyes closed, and quietly replied, "Alright. I'll step out for a moment."

He didn't respond. She tiptoed out and gently closed the door behind her.

There was a small café near the hospital, so she went and picked up a light meal-some plain oatmeal and a cup of warm ginger tea.

When she returned to the hallway, she overheard two young nurses whispering behind her.

"The patient in VIP Room 303. wow, he looks like he just walked out of a magazine."

303? That's Mr. Hawthorne's room.

Alice unconsciously slowed her pace.

"For real. If I had a chance with a guy like that-God, that face, those shoulders? Unbelievable."

Alice nearly choked. Her mind flashed back to that night with Edward. She didn't remember the details, but the aftermath was burned into her memory.

It definitely wasn't enjoyable. Just painful.

No, no-don't go there. That night was a mistake, plain and simple.

She clutched the paper bag a little tighter and quickened her steps toward Room 303.

"Mr. Hawthorne, I brought you something light to eat," she said as she opened the door.

She walked in just in time to see Edward leaning over to shut off the small speaker. The sudden silence felt oddly familiar-like she'd heard that music before. But it stopped too quickly to catch any distinct melody.

Edward pressed a hand against the bed and tried to sit up. Alice rushed forward, set the bag down, and helped support him. She fluffed the pillow behind his back so he could sit comfortably.

Color was slowly returning to his face, the sharp lines of his jaw becoming more defined again.

She kept a respectful distance and opened the bag, placing the warm oatmeal and tea next to him. Her voice remained calm. "Mr. Hawthorne, please try to eat a little."

The oatmeal was still steaming. Edward's eyes darkened slightly as he picked up the spoon. "You didn't ask about my dietary restrictions. Did you already know my preferences?"

Alice couldn't read his tone, so she simply met his gaze and replied, "Yes. After you returned, Mr. Brooks gave me a report on your diet. I memorized it."

After all, as his secretary, arranging meals or handling dinner events sometimes fell under her duties. William usually took care of it, but she had to be prepared in case he was unavailable.

Edward didn't answer. He looked down and began eating.

Alice stood to the side, clearly hesitating.

"Spit it out," he said suddenly, his words cold.

She looked at his pale yet striking face. "Mr. Hawthorne. since you're hospitalized, should we inform your wife?"

Wasn't it standard to notify family in situations like this?

The spoon in his hand clattered into the bowl, loud and abrupt. He lifted his head, and the chill in his eyes cut right through her.

That look made Alice's heart skip. Why was he suddenly angry again?

Did he and his wife. still have unresolved issues? It had been two days already.

His low, detached voice rang out. "Get out."

Alice glanced at Edward. His handsome face was tense, lips pressed into a faint frown-clearly in a foul mood.

He'd been unusually temperamental these past few days. Not wanting to upset him further, she quietly packed up the meal containers.

"Alright, Mr. Hawthorne. I'll head out now. Just one thing-about the person who brought you in, should we send a token of thanks? Perhaps compensate them?"

Edward's public appearances often required returning favors properly. It kept the media from twisting the narrative and even reinforced his image as a grateful, responsible leader.

He shot her a sidelong glance, his tone icy.

"Handle it. Include the meal bill, too. I'll reimburse you later."

"Understood, Mr. Hawthorne."

Alice left, and nearly ninety minutes passed before Charles Bennett walked in just as the IV was about to finish.

He removed the needle with practiced ease and performed a quick check-up, clicking his tongue.

"Man, you're like a cockroach. Hard to kill and quick to bounce back."

Edward kept his eyes closed, muttering barely audibly, "Leave."

Charles scanned the room, clearly looking for someone.

"Where's your pretty little secretary?"

Edward opened his eyes slowly, giving him a frosty look.

"Don't you have patients to see?"

"Hilarious. I rushed over here right after surgery," Charles scoffed.

Edward turned away, clearly not in the mood.

But Charles wasn't backing down easily. He jammed his hands into his pockets, grinning mischievously.

"Edward, don't tell me you've got a thing for Miss Alice?"

"I mean, come on-she's exactly my type. Pure, sweet, that first-love vibe. She's stunning. If I were you, I'd fall, too."

Edward let out a cold snort.

"Which eye of yours saw that I liked her?"

Alice obviously had feelings for someone else. He wasn't the type to chase after taken women.

Still. he couldn't deny her legs were killer-long, straight, could definitely lock around his waist.

"You don't like her? Seriously? She's got the face, the legs. she's a stunner. Way more attractive than most girls out there," Charles said, shaking his head. "Did getting married fry whatever sense of beauty you had? Or does your wife have you on a tight leash?"

Something dark flashed in Edward's eyes. Just hearing Emily's name made his skin crawl now.

"You talk too much."

"This is called conversation, my guy. You're the boring one. No wonder nobody likes you," Charles snorted. "Whatever. If you're not into her, I might just make a move."

Edward gave him a cold stare.

"She's not someone you can mess with."

Charles was a known player-saw a pretty face and fell head over heels, usually didn't last a week. Edward didn't bother warning him beyond that.

Alice wasn't easy to push around. She didn't take his money, didn't try to climb the ladder-she just wanted her own life, simple and clean. Soft on the outside, but not someone you could easily sway.

Even if Charles did fall for her, she wouldn't reciprocate. And once he tasted rejection, he'd back off.

After finishing the IV, Charles reminded Edward to come in soon for a full check-up. Edward brushed it off with vague promises, then packed up and left the hospital for his villa.

The first thing he did was dial William. His voice was low and edged with frustration.

"Any reply from Emily?"

William hesitated. "No, sir. She didn't answer texts or calls."

Edward's face darkened.

"Get a lawyer. Draw up divorce papers."

"Uh." William paused. "Should we try to reach her one more time? Maybe it's all a misunderstanding?"

Edward gave a mocking laugh.

"At this point, what could possibly be misunderstood?"

"."

He dropped the final line like a hammer.

"Contact Emily now. Set up a meeting tomorrow. I want her to sign the divorce papers-"

"Yeah."

The next day, William dragged himself to the 33rd floor looking like a zombie, dark circles heavy under his eyes.

Alice had just handed some reimbursement forms to Finance when she turned around and nearly jumped. "Secretary Brooks, did you rob a bank last night or something?"

William looked dead inside. "Honestly? Robbing a bank might've been easier."

"What happened?"

He raised the coffee cup in his hand and sighed miserably. "Been searching everywhere for someone and still can't find them. Called a bunch of times-no answer."

Alice's face fell. She was instantly reminded of the message she'd sent Alexander Blake. A soft sigh slipped out. "Wow. same here."

Not only hadn't he replied to her texts or calls, but lately, she couldn't even get through to his number anymore.

William raised an eyebrow. "Who are you looking for?"

"A friend." She kept a straight face as if the story wasn't made up on the spot. "She asked me to help find her husband."

William's gossip radar instantly went off. Whoever said only women loved drama clearly hadn't met a bored office guy.

"Why'd she ask you to find him?"

"Because she's tried everything already-calls, texts, you name it-and he just isn't responding." Alice looked puzzled. "Why would a man ghost his own wife?"

William didn't even hesitate. "Isn't it obvious?"

Alice blinked. "Huh?"

William nodded, dead serious. "Guaranteed he's cheating."

"Cheating?"

Alice hadn't even considered that angle. But if he was really cheating, wouldn't he try to push for a divorce sooner rather than later?

"You know," William continued, "the guy you're looking for sounds a lot like the one I'm trying to find. They both vanish like Houdini-zero trace."

Alice thought about asking who he was looking for too, but she still had her own mess to sort out. No point getting tangled in his.

Even though she stayed quiet, William wasn't giving up. "You should try calling from an unknown number. Maybe he'd actually pick up."

He held out his own phone. "Use mine if you want."

Alice thought about all the times she'd called that number-she almost had it memorized by now. But after a couple of seconds, she shook her head.

"Forget it. This kind of thing. they should handle it themselves." She'd never really liked mixing personal stuff with work anyway.

Her eyes flicked toward the CEO's office. "Is Mr. Hawthorne not coming in today?"

William looked surprised. "Why do you say that? He's been here since early morning."

"What?" Alice was stunned. He was that sick yesterday and didn't stay in the hospital?

She leaned in and told William what happened-the whole emergency with Edward being rushed to the hospital for his stomach problem.

William sighed and lowered his cup. "He looks fine on the surface, but truth is, he barely sleeps, and that stomach issue's no joke. Food abroad didn't suit him, and he's got back-to-back business dinners-doesn't even know when his next meal is half the time."

Alice was genuinely surprised. She never expected him to also struggle with insomnia on top of everything else. He always seemed so full of energy.

"Doesn't his wife care?"

William shrugged. "Would've been nice if she did. They lived apart when he was overseas, and she basically ghosted him the entire time. Now he's been back for a while, and they still haven't seen each other once."

Alice was genuinely caught off guard. Her impression of Mr. Hawthorne and his wife had just done a 180-seemed like the Mrs. wasn't even mildly interested in him. But somehow, the way they got along felt oddly familiar.

William's expression grew more gloomy, sighing heavily. "Anyway, I'm done talking. I'm heading out to grab Mr. Hawthorne some breakfast."

Alice quickly shelved her curiosity and silently reminded herself of the ultimate workplace survival mantra: don't stick your nose in the boss's business, stay focused, clock out on time, get home and chill.

--

That afternoon, Alice accompanied Edward to the Grant family's Stardawn Lounge. This time, the stalled partnership talks were back on, now with James Grant taking point.

Once they arrived, a staff member guided them straight to the VVIP suite.

By the time they stepped in, the others were already there.

As Alice followed behind Edward into the room, a familiar voice rang out.

"Edward! You're finally here!" Sophia's eyes lit up when she saw him. But the moment she noticed Alice behind him, her smile froze and her expression went dark.

Almost instantly, everyone's gaze turned toward the entrance.

Standing tall at the door, Edward exuded a calm, refined air. As he moved further in, the crowd instinctively cleared a spot next to James on the sofa for him.

Once Edward took his seat, Alice finally had a clear view inside the suite.

James lounged casually next to Edward, one arm on the backrest, his sharp black suit pants neatly pressed, paired with a flawless white shirt. His lips curved with an effortless smile.

Unlike Edward's distant and cool demeanor, James felt more chill on the surface, but there was a slyness in his smile, like someone who played nice but had a blade behind his back.

Suddenly, James's gaze swept toward Alice. Their eyes met for a second.

Even though his face held a smile, soft and easy, Alice couldn't help but feel a touch of pressure-as if he could see through her.

She nodded slightly and gave him a polite smile before looking away, quietly thinking to herself-yup, none of the boss's friends are easy to deal with.

Just then, a clear, cheerful voice called out, "Alice! Over here!"

Alice turned and her eyes widened. "Dr. Bennett? What are you doing here?"

This was supposed to be a business meeting between their firm and James Grant-why was a doctor showing up?

Charles wasn't in his usual white coat today. Instead, he was dressed in an expensive-looking white loungewear set. Compared to his steady doctor self yesterday, he looked younger, even a bit dashing.

Standing up, Charles grinned and said, "James asked a few of us to hang out. I happened to be off today, so I came by."

So basically, James had combined work and play all in one.

Alice glanced at Edward-he didn't seem to mind, so she sat down beside Charles. Better than ending up next to Sophia, especially after the way she came for her last time.

Charles smiled reassuringly. "Relax, it's all friends here."

James raised an eyebrow, a faintly amused look on his handsome face. Fixing his gaze on Alice, he said, "So, you're Alice?"

Alice met his eyes, calm and composed, and tilted her head slightly. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Grant. I'm Alice, Mr. Hawthorne's secretary."

James Grant smirked and glanced sideways at Edward.

"So you kicked my sister out of GrandVerse just for her?"

Edward held the glass in his hand, long fingers loosely wrapped around it. Before he could speak, Sophia was already glaring daggers at Alice, as if she could burn a hole through her with her eyes.

"Exactly, James! It was her! She poured coffee all over me and ruined my outfit!"

Alice silently stared back-seriously, who splashed who last time? This young lady really had a talent for flipping the story.

"You know your sister's personality better than anyone," Edward said coolly, throwing Sophia a sidelong glance, the chill in that simple act making people instinctively tense.

"Besides, do I need a reason to let someone go?"

"Edward!" Sophia started to protest, but one look from him shut her up. That cold gaze killed her momentum in an instant. Swallowing her frustration, she shot Alice another glare.

Alice met her look calmly, though in her mind she was cursing nonstop.

Sophia might be obsessed with her perfect fantasy, but if she's got what it takes, she should just go ahead and win Edward's heart the proper way-or at least shake up his fiancée for real.

All she does is pick on employees who are just trying to earn a living. Talk about missing the point.

James suddenly chuckled, his eyes sparkling with intrigue.

"Edward, this is the first time I've seen you that protective over a woman. She wouldn't happen to be that mysterious 'first love' you've been searching for all these years, huh?"

Compared to Charles Bennett, it seemed James had a better knack for knowing just where Edward's sensitive spots were.

Alice curved her lips into a polished smile, then lightly chimed in to defuse the tension for her boss.

"Mr. Grant, this is still the warm-up round. We're not in the competition yet. Maybe save those questions for after Mr. Hawthorne loses?"

James lazily lifted his gaze, eyes sharp and jet-black as they locked onto Alice.

Edward shifted slightly-his tall, authoritative silhouette suddenly grounding the room with the weight of his presence. As Alice's words echoed, everyone stared at Edward in stunned silence.

Alice, too, was caught off guard. She peeked at Edward's unreadable face-he was still flawless, mysterious, and intense.

So not only does he have a wife somewhere out there, but also a so-called first love he's been looking for all this time?!

Oddly enough, Sophia stayed shockingly composed.

First love? What a joke. The woman just had good timing when she saved Edward once. He probably just felt he owed her a favor.

He's never been one to carry debts around for long.

Under everyone's astonished gaze, Edward finally lifted his head.

His eyes, sharp as blades, swept across the room, and the air turned icy in an instant.

"Are we doing this deal or wasting my time?"

The burst of cold energy from him didn't discriminate-everyone tensed without realizing it.

Only James remained relaxed, letting out a soft chuckle.

"Of course, let's talk."

Business-wise, both men were seasoned, ruthless sharks. After drilling into a few key details, they reached an agreement pretty quickly.

This partnership was definitely shaping up to be a win-win.

Ignoring Sophia's death glares, Alice calmly gathered the signed contracts and slid them into the folder.

Then she flashed Sophia a poised, polite smile-equal parts manners and silent retaliation.

That finally pushed Sophia over the edge. She smacked the table and stood up.

"How about a round of archery? Winner gets to make the loser do anything they want."

She pointed right at Alice, her tone superior and condescending:

"Alice, you in or not?"