Teddy's brows drew together slightly as he stared at Mira after her sudden outburst, his amber eyes narrowing with confusion. "I'm not the one!" The words still hung awkwardly between them in the quiet corridor, echoing faintly against the polished marble floors and glass walls. The morning sun streamed through the windows, casting long shadows that seemed to stretch and twist around them like living things. For a moment, neither of them moved. Teddy stood perfectly still, his hand still resting lightly on her arm, his mind working to make sense of her strange response. Mira held her breath, her chest tight, waiting for him to connect the dots, to see her not as his assistant but as the woman from his bed. Then Teddy gave her a strange look-part confusion, part mild irritation-and his gaze drifted downward, past her face, past her neatly pressed blouse, to the floor at her feet. "You dropped your pen." Mira blinked, her heart still hammering against her ribs. "What?" She followed his eyes to the floor, where her black fountain pen lay rolled against her shoe-her favorite one, the Montblanc she'd saved three months' worth of café tips to buy, the one she used for every meeting note because it wrote so smoothly, so perfectly. It was the only luxury she allowed herself, a small reminder that she was worth something more than just debt and struggle. "Oh!" she exclaimed, bending down quickly to pick it up, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment as she fumbled with the cap. When she straightened again, her fingers tightening around the familiar weight of the pen, Teddy had already walked past her without another glance, his long strides carrying him calmly down the corridor toward his office. His dark suit disappeared behind the frosted glass doors with a soft click. Mira stood frozen, her hand still raised slightly as if she'd been about to say something. "He didn't recognize me..." she murmured softly, the words feeling foreign on her tongue. She looked down at her hands-steady now, thank god-and then back toward his office, half-expecting him to reappear, to demand an explanation. "He doesn't remember me." The words came out again, quieter this time, almost disbelieving. She'd spent the entire morning convinced he'd look at her and know-know exactly what they'd done, exactly how close they'd been. But he'd barely glanced at her, had only noticed she'd dropped her pen. Her expression was a strange mixture of relief and confusion. Part of her felt like a heavy weight had just lifted from her shoulders-she could keep her job, keep her secret, keep struggling to pay off the debt without adding scandal to her list of problems. But another part of her... didn't know how to feel at all. A strange, hollow ache settled in her chest, and she pressed her palm against it as if that could somehow push it away. Just then a sharp voice snapped her out of her thoughts, cutting through the quiet like a whip. "What are you daydreaming about during work hours?" Mira jumped slightly, her pen nearly slipping from her grasp again. Lucy Chen-her direct supervisor, the executive office manager who'd been with the company for fifteen years and acted as if she owned the place-stood a few feet away with her arms folded across her chest, her expression stern and unimpressed. Her dark hair was pulled back in a severe bun, her glasses perched low on her nose, and she tapped one perfectly manicured nail against her arm as she waited for an answer. "If you don't want to work," Lucy continued coldly, her eyes sweeping over Mira's slightly disheveled appearance, "then pack your things and leave for me. There are twenty other people who'd kill for your position as Mr. Witherson's assistant." "I'm so sorry, Miss Lucy," Mira said immediately, bowing her head slightly in deference. She'd learned quickly that arguing with Lucy never ended well. "It won't happen again. I was just... thinking about the schedule for today." Lucy studied her for a moment, her lips pressed into a thin line, before rolling her eyes dramatically. "Good. Because you don't have time to stand around like a statue today. We have a very important visitor arriving." Mira looked up nervously, her mind already racing through the list of appointments she'd prepared the night before. She didn't remember any important meetings scheduled for this morning. Lucy's lips curved into a small smirk, the kind that always made Mira feel like she was about to be the punchline of a joke she didn't understand. "Caramel Montgomery-our future boss's wife and the famous cardiothoracic surgeon-is already downstairs in the lobby. She insisted on coming early to 'discuss wedding plans' with Mr. Witherson." Mira froze, her pen slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor again. Future boss's wife? The words echoed in her mind, sharp and painful. She'd worked for Teddy for three years and had never heard him mention a fiancée, never seen so much as a photo on his desk, never noticed a ring on his finger. "You're responsible for receiving her," Lucy added, her voice leaving no room for argument. "Make sure she's comfortable, make sure she gets whatever she wants, and for god's sake-make sure she doesn't see anything that might upset her. Mr. Witherson is already in a foul mood this morning, and we don't need her making things worse." Shock flashed across Mira's face, and she bent down to retrieve her pen, her hands suddenly shaking again. "The boss's... wife?" she repeated, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't know he was engaged." Lucy noticed the look instantly and laughed mischievously, a sharp, brittle sound. "Look at your shocked expression. What's wrong? Did you think you had a chance?" she teased, her eyes narrowing playfully as she stepped closer. "Are you perhaps harboring special feelings for Mr. Witherson? Because let me tell you something, dear-men like him don't look at girls like us. They marry women like Caramel Montgomery-rich, beautiful, successful. Women who can help their careers, not hold them back." "No!" Mira shot back instantly, her voice louder than she intended, drawing the attention of a few passing employees who quickly looked away. "Not at all! I was just... surprised, that's all." Lucy waved a dismissive hand, clearly not believing her. "Well, don't just stand there looking like a deer in headlights. Hurry up and go. She's probably already complaining about the coffee or the chairs or something equally ridiculous." "Okay, ma'am," Mira replied quickly, turning toward the elevators before Lucy could see the tears stinging her eyes. She grabbed her notepad from her desk-her hands still shaking-and hurried away, her thoughts spiraling wildly. The boss's fiancée... and I slept with him. Heat rushed to her face as she mentally scolded herself, pressing the elevator button repeatedly as if that would make it arrive faster. How could you be so stupid, Mira? How could you not know he was seeing someone? How could you let yourself get into this situation? The elevator chimed, its doors sliding open slowly with a soft hiss. Inside stood a woman so stunning that Mira momentarily forgot how to breathe, her hand freezing mid-motion as she reached for the door frame. She was tall and elegant, with legs that seemed to go on forever, dressed in a fitted red silk gown that hugged every curve perfectly. Her dark hair was styled in loose waves that cascaded over one shoulder, diamond earrings the size of small birds' eggs sparkled against her skin, and a thick gold bracelet encrusted with rubies gleamed under the building's fluorescent lights. Every movement was graceful, every gesture deliberate, and she exuded the kind of confidence that came from knowing exactly how beautiful and powerful you were. Mira straightened immediately, forcing her professional smile into place as she stepped into the elevator. "Miss Caramel Montgomery, I presume?" she said politely, extending her hand with careful formality. "I'm Mira Sharma, Mr. Witherson's executive assistant. I'll be your escort for the day." Caramel looked at her then, her gaze slow and deliberate, as if she were examining a piece of furniture rather than a person. Her eyes were a striking shade of blue, but there was no warmth in them-only cold assessment and something that looked suspiciously like disdain. She moved from Mira's neatly tied hair... to her modest cream blouse... to her simple navy pencil skirt... and finally to her shoes-black leather pumps from Teddy's design collection two years ago, the ones she'd bought secondhand from a consignment shop after saving for months, telling herself they were an investment in her professional appearance. A faint chuckle escaped her lips, low and cold. But she ignored the outstretched hand completely, turning her attention back to her reflection in the elevator mirror as she adjusted her hair. Instead, she walked past Mira as if she didn't exist and sat down on one of the plush reception chairs just outside the elevator bay, crossing her legs elegantly as she pulled out her phone. "Get me a glass of water," she said coldly, not even looking up from her screen. "And make it quick-I don't have all day to wait for your incompetent service." Mira hesitated for only a second, her hand dropping to her side. She'd dealt with difficult clients before, but there was something about Caramel's tone-sharp, condescending, as if she were speaking to a servant rather than an employee-that made her skin crawl. "Yes, Miss Montgomery," she said quietly, turning quickly and walking toward the cafeteria dispenser at the end of the corridor. She filled a clean glass with fresh, cold water, her hands steady despite the anger simmering in her chest, and returned carefully, holding the glass out with both hands. "Miss Caramel, here is your water." Caramel took the glass without looking at her, her fingers brushing against Mira's briefly-cold, perfectly manicured nails against her warm skin. She stared at the clear liquid for a long moment, her brow furrowing slightly as if she'd found something offensive in its clarity. Then she gave a sharp hiss of annoyance, her eyes flashing with anger as she looked up at Mira. Without warning, she tilted the glass and poured the water directly onto Mira's shoes, the liquid spreading quickly across the leather and dripping onto the marble floor in dark puddles. Mira gasped softly, jumping back to avoid getting more water on her skirt. "Miss Montgomery-" "Didn't anyone tell you," Caramel said harshly, cutting her off, her eyes filled with disdain as she gestured toward Mira's feet, "that I only drink hydrogen-rich water? Imported from Japan. I have a special dispenser in my office at the hospital. I can't believe you'd offer me tap water like I'm some common person." "I'm... I'm so sorry," Mira stammered nervously, her cheeks burning with embarrassment as she looked down at her soaked shoes. "I wasn't informed of any special requirements. I'll go change it immediately-" She grabbed the empty glass and turned to leave, already planning to run to the nearest convenience store to buy whatever kind of water Caramel wanted, even if it cost half her weekly grocery money. "Wait." Caramel's voice stopped her, sharp and commanding. Mira turned back slowly, her hands clenched around the glass. Caramel stood up from her chair, her red gown swishing around her ankles, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor as she approached. She was even taller up close, and Mira had to tilt her head back slightly to meet her gaze. "As someone who works for my husband-to-be," Caramel said slowly, her eyes moving over Mira's outfit with deliberate scrutiny, "don't you have any awareness of copyright? Of intellectual property?" "Huh?" Mira's brows knitted in confusion, her mind spinning. Copyright? What was she talking about? Caramel stepped closer, her perfume-something heavy and floral-filling the air between them. "Don't you know," she continued, her voice dripping with mockery, "that Teddy hates imitation the most? He spent two years developing that shoe design-every stitch, every curve, every detail was his. And you have the audacity to wear cheap knockoffs to work?" Imitation? Mira's thoughts spun in confusion as she looked down at her shoes. She'd bought them from a reputable consignment shop, had even checked the serial number inside the heel to make sure they were genuine. She'd saved for months, had given up buying groceries some weeks just to afford them. Just then- Ding. The elevator chimed again, its doors sliding open with a soft hiss. Teddy stepped out, adjusting his tie as he walked, his gaze immediately scanning the corridor as if he'd sensed the tension. His eyes drifted toward Mira first-standing awkwardly, her shoes still damp, her face pale-and then to Caramel, his expression hardening slightly. "What's wrong?" he asked calmly, his voice carrying across the quiet corridor as he walked toward them. Caramel's entire demeanor changed instantly, like a light switch being flipped. The cold disdain vanished, replaced by a bright, warm smile as she hurried to his side, slipping her arm through his and planting a quick kiss on his cheek. "Teddy! You're here! I was just telling your assistant how much I admire your design work. But look-she's wearing these terrible imitations of your shoes from two years ago." She pointed toward Mira's feet, her lips curling in disgust as she looked up at him. "I tried to explain to her how important originality is to you, but I don't think she understands." Mira's heart sank, and she felt the familiar sting of tears in her eyes. She'd worked so hard to look professional, to be taken seriously, and now she was being accused of wearing fakes in front of her boss. Only then did she understand the accusation, and she quickly, nervously, began removing the shoes, her fingers fumbling with the buckles. "Are they fake?" she said anxiously, holding one up for him to see. "They are clearly the genuine ones I saved up for and bought through a consignment shop. The owner said they were authentic-she even showed me the original receipt." She looked up at Teddy, her voice trembling slightly as water dripped from the leather onto her socks. "I'm sorry. I didn't know they were imitations. I'll dispose of them right away-I'll never wear them again." Holding the shoes in her hand, her face burning with shame, she turned to leave, desperate to get away from their stares, from the humiliation of standing there in wet socks in front of her boss and his fiancée. But as she turned, Caramel suddenly noticed something-something small and silver that had been hidden by her skirt, now swinging slightly as she moved. Her expression froze, her smile vanishing so quickly it was as if it had never existed. "Wait." She stepped forward quickly and grabbed Mira's wrist, her grip surprisingly tight as she pulled her arm out to examine it. Dangling from the edge of Mira's skirt, caught on a loose thread, was a delicate silver bracelet-thin as a hair, with a small heart charm engraved with the letter T. Caramel's eyes widened, her face paling slightly as she lifted it carefully, as if it were something dangerous. "Why," she asked coldly, her voice barely above a whisper, "is the lover's bracelet between Teddy and me... with you?" Shock exploded across Mira's face, and she stared at the bracelet in horror. She'd never seen it before in her life-she didn't even wear jewelry, couldn't afford to. How had it gotten there? Her heart nearly stopped as she looked from the bracelet to Caramel's furious face to Teddy's expression, which had changed instantly. His eyes were fixed on the bracelet, his jaw tightening as recognition flashed across his face. The silver chain, the tiny heart, the way it caught the light-he'd given that bracelet to Caramel six months ago, had had it custom-made for her birthday. He'd seen her wearing it just last week. The air between the three of them turned dangerously silent, thick with tension and unspoken accusations.

Mira stood frozen for a moment after Caramel's sharp question, her blood running cold as the words hung in the air between them like a noose. "Why is the lover's bracelet between Teddy and me... with you?" Her mind went completely blank, every coherent thought fleeing as she stared at the delicate silver chain dangling between Caramel's perfectly manicured fingers. The tiny heart charm caught the overhead lights, swaying slightly as if taunting her with its presence. She'd never seen it before in her life-she didn't even own jewelry besides a simple watch her mother had given her years ago. What's happening? Her thoughts raced wildly, her heart hammering against her ribs so hard she was sure everyone could hear it. The polished marble floor beneath her feet suddenly felt unsteady, as if the ground might open up and swallow her whole. Mr. Witherson's bracelet... why is it with me? How did it get there? Her gaze flicked nervously between Caramel's cold blue eyes-now narrowed with suspicion-and Teddy's suddenly tense expression. His jaw was clenched, his amber eyes fixed on the bracelet as if he were trying to piece together a puzzle with missing pieces. The air around them had grown so thick with tension that Mira felt like she could barely breathe, as if invisible hands were pressing against her chest. Her mind spiraled desperately, searching for any possible explanation that wouldn't reveal her secret, wouldn't destroy her life and her job. She couldn't tell them the truth-couldn't admit that she'd woken up in his bed that morning, couldn't explain how the bracelet might have ended up tangled in her skirt during their frantic movements in the dark. Then suddenly- It hit her. Could it be... I accidentally took it with me this morning? Maybe it fell off somewhere in the hotel room, got caught on my clothes when I was dressing in the dark... The possibility clicked into place, and she latched onto it like a lifeline, her words tumbling out quickly, almost tripping over themselves in her haste to explain. "Miss Montgomery, please don't misunderstand!" Mira said hurriedly, her voice trembling slightly but carrying enough conviction to sound believable. "Mr. Witherson dropped it in the corridor when I bumped into him earlier-right near the elevator bay. I just found it a few minutes ago and was about to bring it to his office to return it to him. I would never take something that isn't mine." She dared to steal a quick glance at Teddy, her heart in her throat. To her surprise, she saw his shoulders relax slightly, the tension in his jaw easing just a little, and he quietly released a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. He gave her a small, almost imperceptible nod. Caramel noticed the subtle exchange, her eyes narrowing slightly as she looked from Mira to Teddy and back again. But whatever suspicion she held seemed to soften a little at Mira's earnest explanation, though the sharpness in her eyes didn't disappear completely. "I see," she said coolly, dropping the bracelet into Teddy's outstretched hand as if it were suddenly distasteful to her touch. "Well, you should be more careful with such valuable items. This bracelet was custom-made-there's nothing else like it in the world." Then she waved a dismissive hand, turning her attention back to smoothing out the creases in her red gown as if the conversation had already ended and Mira was no longer worthy of her time. "It's probably for the best. Please leave now. I have important things to discuss with Teddy." She turned her back to Mira, walking with deliberate grace back toward the plush reception chairs near the window, her heels clicking against the marble floor in a steady, rhythmic beat that seemed to emphasize her dismissal. "I'm sorry," Mira repeated quietly, her voice barely audible as she backed away slowly. She wanted to say more, to apologize properly, but she knew when she wasn't wanted. Then she quickly turned and left, hurrying down the corridor toward her cubicle, her heart still racing wildly inside her chest. Each step felt heavy, as if she were carrying the weight of their suspicion with her, and she pressed her hand against her side as if that could somehow calm the frantic pounding of her heart. Behind her, Caramel sat back down, crossing her legs elegantly as she picked up her phone to check her messages. Her movements were fluid, practiced, every gesture designed to draw attention to her beauty and poise. She looked up at Teddy with a slight pout, her lips forming a perfect curve of disappointment. "You really should be more careful, Teddy. What if someone less honest had found it?" Teddy sat casually on the arm of the chair beside her, his expression carefully neutral as he turned the bracelet over in his fingers. The silver chain felt cool against his skin, and he could still smell the faint scent of jasmine and vanilla clinging to it-the same scent that had filled his hotel room that morning, the same scent he'd noticed on Mira just minutes ago. Caramel reached for his hand, her fingers wrapping around his palm gently before placing the bracelet inside it, closing his fingers around it with deliberate care. "Don't let this happen again," she said softly, though her tone still carried a hint of warning that made it clear this was more than just concern for the jewelry. "If you lose it again... I'll really get angry, Teddy. You know how much this means to me." Teddy let out a quiet sigh, his gaze drifting toward the corridor where Mira had disappeared. He could still see the faint water stains on the floor where she'd stood, could still hear the slight tremor in her voice when she'd lied to protect him. He leaned forward and pressed a light kiss against her forehead, his lips barely touching her skin. "I know. I'll be more careful." Then, without saying a word, he stood up, slipping the bracelet into his pocket. He'd planned this moment carefully-had chosen today because he knew Caramel would be in a good mood after receiving her promotion at the hospital, had even arranged for a photographer to be hidden nearby to capture the moment she said yes. Reaching into the back pocket of his perfectly tailored trousers, he pulled out a small velvet ring box-deep burgundy, embossed with the Witherson family crest in gold. He'd had it custom-made months ago, had carried it with him everywhere, waiting for exactly the right moment to ask the question he'd been putting off for far too long. Caramel's eyes widened instantly, her phone slipping from her fingers and clattering to the floor as she stared at the box in his hand. Before she could react, before she could say a word, Teddy stepped forward and dropped down onto one knee on the polished marble floor, the movement graceful despite the suddenness of it. The reception area fell completely silent. Even the distant sounds of the office-typing, phones ringing, footsteps-seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them in a bubble of quiet expectation. Caramel's face shot up in shock, her hand flying to her mouth as tears welled in her eyes. For a moment, she looked genuinely surprised, genuinely touched, and Teddy felt a flicker of hope that maybe-just maybe-this would work out the way he'd planned. Smiling gently, Teddy opened the ring box. Inside, a stunning emerald-cut diamond sat nestled in platinum, flanked by two smaller sapphires that matched the color of Caramel's eyes perfectly. He'd spent months designing it with the best jeweler in the city, had made sure every detail was perfect. "Caramel," he said softly, his voice carrying clearly across the quiet space, "we've been together for six months now, and in that time, you've become an important part of my life. You're brilliant, beautiful, and you understand the demands of building a legacy. Let's get married-let's build our future together." For a moment, Caramel simply stared at him, her eyes moving from his face to the ring and back again. The silence stretched on, long enough that Teddy began to feel a knot of unease forming in his stomach. Then slowly, she reached down and took the ring from the box, her fingers brushing against his as she lifted it carefully into the light. The diamond caught the sun streaming through the window, sending prisms of light dancing across the walls. But instead of putting it on her finger... She placed it back into Teddy's palm, her touch gentle but firm. Then she closed his fingers around it, covering his hand with both of hers as she looked down at him with an expression that was part sadness, part apology. "Teddy," she said gently, her voice soft but steady, "I can't agree to that yet. You know how much my career means to me-how hard I've worked to get where I am." She sighed, running her thumb over his knuckles in a gesture that might have been comforting if it didn't feel so distant. "I'm entering a very serious stage of my career-they're considering me for Chief of Cardiothoracic Surgery, and if I get it, I'll be leading a team of forty surgeons, overseeing millions in research funding. I need to complete this milestone before I even think about getting married. I can't divide my attention between my work and a marriage-not when so many lives depend on me." Before Teddy could respond, before he could tell her that he understood, that he'd wait as long as she needed, her phone rang-sharp, urgent, cutting through the quiet like a siren. Caramel glanced at the screen, her expression shifting instantly from gentle regret to professional focus. "Yes... okay. I'm on my way." Her voice turned crisp and efficient immediately, all traces of emotion vanishing as she stood up straight, already reaching for her handbag. "Just prepare the surgery table and make sure Dr. Patel reviews the patient's file one more time. Leave everything on my desk-I'll arrive shortly and go over the pre-op checklist myself." She ended the call and turned back to Teddy, who was still kneeling on the floor, the ring heavy in his closed palm. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him to his feet with surprising strength. "Teddyyy..." she said playfully, though her voice lacked its usual warmth as she pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. "We'll talk more later, I promise. I have a surgery in an hour-it's a high-risk procedure on a twelve-year-old boy, and I need to be focused." She grabbed her coat from the chair, gave him one last quick smile, and walked toward the elevator without looking back. The doors slid closed behind her with a soft hiss, and just like that- she was gone. Teddy stood there silently, his hand still closed around the ring box. The reception area slowly came back to life around him-phones ringing, voices talking, the normal hum of the office returning-but he barely noticed. For several long seconds he stared down at his hand, at the small bulge of the ring box in his palm. The ring he had planned to use today. The ring he had been carrying around for months, waiting for the right moment that had just slipped through his fingers like water. His jaw tightened, a familiar surge of frustration rising in his chest-the same frustration he'd felt countless times before when work had come between him and Caramel, when she'd canceled dates, missed events, put everything else before them. Suddenly, in a burst of anger he couldn't contain, he flung the ring box across the reception floor. It sailed through the air, the velvet catching the light before hitting the marble with a sharp crack. The lid popped open on impact, and the diamond ring rolled out, clattering loudly before sliding several feet away, coming to a stop near the edge of the carpet. Without another word, Teddy turned and walked down the corridor, his expression dark with anger and disappointment. His long strides carried him quickly past the cubicles, past the employees who quickly looked away from his furious expression, and he didn't even look back at the ring lying abandoned on the floor.   A few minutes later... Mira was returning to her cubicle after drying her shoes in the restroom, using a handful of paper towels to soak up the last of the water from the leather. Her mind was still spinning from the awkward encounter earlier, replaying every word, every gesture, every look in an attempt to figure out if she'd managed to keep her secret safe. She'd changed into a pair of plain black flats from her desk drawer-her only backup pair-and her damp shoes were tucked carefully into a plastic bag to dry out later. She barely noticed where she was walking, her thoughts still focused on the bracelet, on Teddy's reaction, on the terrifying possibility that Caramel might somehow figure out the truth. She was so lost in thought that she barely felt her foot nudge something small and hard on the floor until she heard a faint click beneath her shoe. She stopped immediately, looking down in confusion. "What's this?" Bending down, she reached out and picked up the object, her fingers closing around something cold and smooth. Her eyes widened immediately as she held it up to the light. It was a ring. Not just any ring. A stunning emerald-cut diamond ring set in an intricate platinum band, with two deep blue sapphires flanking the center stone. The design was unlike anything she had ever seen before-delicate filigree work wrapped around the band, with tiny diamonds embedded in the metal like stars in a night sky. Even in the fluorescent office lights, it sparkled brilliantly, throwing off rainbows of color that danced across the floor. "Wow..." Mira whispered softly, turning it over in her fingers with careful fascination. She'd never held anything so valuable in her life-she could tell just by the weight and craftsmanship that this ring must have cost more than she made in a year. "Such a special design. It must have been custom-made." Curious, almost without thinking, she slipped it onto her finger for just a moment, intending only to see how it looked. To her complete surprise- It fit perfectly. As if it had been made exactly for her hand, the band sitting just right on her ring finger, the diamond catching the light every time she moved. That's strange, she thought, turning her hand this way and that. It fits like it was mine. Before she could even process that strange coincidence, before she could think about who might have dropped such an expensive piece of jewelry- Someone suddenly grabbed her arm, their grip firm but not painful, pulling her attention away from the ring. Startled, Mira turned around, her heart leaping into her throat. Teddy. His expression was cold, his jaw clenched, his amber eyes dark with anger as they fixed on the ring on her finger. He looked like a completely different person from the man who had nodded at her just minutes ago-hard, distant, dangerous. "Who allowed you to wear that ring?" he demanded sharply, his voice carrying across the quiet corridor. "Where did you find it? Take it off immediately." Mira froze in shock, her hand halfway to removing the ring as she stared up at him, her eyes wide with confusion and hurt. She wanted to explain, to tell him she'd just found it on the floor, but his angry expression made her tongue feel thick and heavy in her mouth. But before either of them could say another word- A cheerful voice suddenly spoke from behind Teddy, warm and booming with excitement. "Well, well! What have we here!" Both of them turned to see an older man stepping forward from the hallway, his silver hair neatly combed and styled, his face tanned and weathered from years spent outdoors. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored navy suit, with a bright red tie that matched the pocket square in his jacket, and his eyes were bright with excitement as he looked from Teddy to Mira and back again. The moment he saw Mira wearing the ring- His face lit up with pure joy, his eyes crinkling at the corners as a wide smile spread across his face. He hurried forward without hesitation, moving with surprising speed for a man his age, and wrapped Mira in a tight embrace before she could even react. "The tenth mistress of the Witherson family!" he declared happily, patting her back gently as he held her close. "finally...my son has decided to make me happy " Mira's eyes widened in pure shock, her arms hanging limp at her sides as she stared over the man's shoulder at Teddy, who looked equally stunned. The ring felt heavy on her finger, suddenly warm as if it were alive. Neither of them had any idea what had just happened. And the corridor around them fell into complete, bewildered silence.