Raelynn froze mid-motion.
Her heart skipped a beat.
She turned her head, meeting Ian's dark, intense gaze.
Ian noticed the flash of discomfort in her eyes. His usually stoic, unsmiling features softened into a faint, reassuring smile.
He handed her bag over. "No deadlines. No pressure."
He effortlessly diffused the tension, deliberately cutting off the rejection she had been instinctively preparing to blurt out.
Then, he added simply, "See you next time."
He didn't chase her for an answer, maintaining the perfect distance.
Standing outside the building, Raelynn's mind raced, filled with a mess of complicated emotions.
The last time Ian proposed, they had both brushed it off so casually that she had genuinely pushed it out of her mind, assuming it was just a chaotic misunderstanding.
But bringing it up again meant he wasn't joking.
Raelynn rubbed her temples in frustration. She was the kind of person who could joke around or laugh things off forever, but the second someone offered her genuine, unavoidable emotional sincerity, she completely short-circuited.
As far as she was concerned, her only real relationship had been an absolute disaster.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't exhausted by men and romance.
Asking her to genuinely consider opening her heart again was an incredibly tall order.
Perhaps Ian was just doing this to escape the Yves family. They had zero emotional foundation. Even if he did harbor some lingering affection for her now, how long could that possibly last?
Raelynn was a realist. She had no energy to worry about anything beyond the immediate present.
She let out a heavy sigh.
When she returned to her office upstairs, she noticed a new iMessage from Luke.
Luke: *Raelynn, what the hell is going on with you and Ian? He's practically engaged to the Yves family. I hope you wake up and stop giving him false hope. Reject him before it gets worse. You can't be this greedy. Just because you couldn't lock down a taken man like Sebastian doesn't mean you should go around leading everyone else on.*
Raelynn rubbed the bridge of her nose.
She desperately wanted to block him again, but Luke was an investor. Unfortunately, she couldn't.
She didn't bother replying. She just muted his notifications and went back to work.

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This author is not letting her FL win. haha Such a rage bait! But I keep on reading anyway! Urgh!...