Billionaire, I Am Not Your Wife! novel Chapter 135

Cameron’s POV

I looked at the glass wall.

Lucian was still working. He hadn’t looked up from his computer. From this angle, his expression was still, professional, composed and focused on what he was typing down.

I’d been watching that face across a desk for eighteen months.

“I’ll think about it,” I said.

“Think faster,” Durian said. “He’s a thorough person who notices things and is not oblivious to new changes, even if there are minor and subtle. If he hasn’t already noticed what you’re doing, he will by Monday.”

He ended the call. I put the phone down and looked at the glass wall.

The third room-exit of Friday happened at three-forty-five.

I could reconstruct it later with painful clarity, could pinpoint what happened and how it had gone disastrously wrong.

Lucian had come in with the end-of-week summary-the document he prepared every Friday, the compiled version of what had happened this week in a summary and also a report of things that were pending for the following one.

He put it on the desk.

I was on my feet, which to be fair, I was always on feet when the day was almost ending and I needed to move around which helped in relieving tension from the day’s work. But this time around the distance between us was quite notable, but I chose not to focus on that yet, maybe he wouldn’t notice it.

“The Hendricks response came back,” he said. “They’ve accepted the revised terms and have concluded that there is nothing wrong with the contract and we can move forward.”

“Good.”

“The Singapore weather buffer has been built into the travel office confirmation.” A pause. “They thanked me for noting it. Apparently last year’s delay was significant and had destroyed a lot of plans which cost them significant resources and manpower trying to make up for their losses.”

“I know. I read the note and it was extensive, they snag your praises and pointed out how capable you are as an assistant, and one even offered to buy you from me, as if you are a commodity, I turned him down so you are stuck with me, just so you know.” I looked at the summary without looking at him, which was a technique I’d been employing all week to avoid the specific problem of looking at him directly, which required more management than looking at documents. “This looks comprehensive.”

“It’s the usual format. Maybe you have forgotten after my short vacation away from active duty”

Miserable Seufs

Yes, maybe that is the reason.” I turned a page. The Meridian follow-up-is the call scheduled?”

Thursday the fourteenth. Nine AM their time, which is-”

I wanted to turn when I felt his footstep stop and from the reflection in the window in front of me, I could see what was happening clearly.

Lucian was in the doorway. He hadn’t left yet-was standing in the open door of my office, the door I’d been leaving open all week, one hand on the frame. He was looking back at me.

He didn’t know I was seeing him, he was staring at me.

“Cameron?” He called out as I turned to look at him, a blank expression on my face.

“Did you remember something important you forgot to tell me?” I said immediately as I watched his expression fall, as he looked at me and then at the window and shook his head.

“No, I was… You…. Do you need assistance? I could stay..”

“That wont be necessary Lucian, your presence is not needed, I have it under control.”

His expression on his face at that moment was something that would forever live with me because I had put it there.

“Oh okay, well have a nice weekend then.” He mumbled, his hands gripping the door handle tight before leaving as he cleared his table and left without looking back at me.

stood in my office for a long time after his footsteps had faded. I tried not to think about it. I know he was trying to put things back to normal, the excuses to have him close by, but that was before he knew the truth, forcing himself to do all those things was something I would never condone. He has a kid, he lets people get close to him and flirt with him, he did it with Lyra, he would probably accept it, if it meant him keeping his job, which was a kind of coercion that was no different from r**e. I would not do that to him, maybe next week he would feel more stable that his job is secured even if there are some changes to our usual routine.