Forgotten Wife My Ex-Husband Regrets It After I Left (Clara and Liam) novel Chapter 277

Liam’s POV

Viola appeared again. “Sir, Emily and her manager were waiting by the elevator earlier. They asked me to give this to you.” She handed me a business card.

A business card that wes completely unnecessary because

I’d had Emily’s contact since long ago.

“Thank you,” I said shortly.

I took the card and stared at it for a fraction of a second too long. Emily’s name was printed neatly, followed by the logo of a new agency bigger, more prestigious than the last one I remembered. As if it wanted to emphasize one thing: she hadn’t come as the past. She had come as a professional who was rising again.

Viola was still standing in front of me, her iPad held to her chest, her eyes catching that brief pause. Too short to be called awkward, but long enough to be noticed.

“Is there anything I should convey to the marketing team, Sir?” she asked carefully, her tone as neutral as ever.

I shifted my gaze away from the card and shook my head slowly.

“No. The shooting schedule stays as discussed. Make sure the revised timeline is sent this afternoon.”

“All right,” she replied quickly, her fingers already tapping +20 Bonus

notes onto the iPad. She paused for a moment, then added, “Oh, sir Emily mentioned that there are a few technical details she’d like to confirm directly with the creative lead. But she said it could go through me as well.”

I nodded. “Through you is fine. More efficient.”

Viola gave a faint smile, a professional one that carried no follow-up questions. I appreciated that. She knew when to stop.

She stepped back half a pace and dipped her head politely. “In that case, I’ll continue with my work.”

“Thank you, Viola.”

As soon as she turned away, I glanced at the business card once more before slipping it into the nearest desk drawer, even before fully stepping into my office. It didn’t need to be in my pocket. It didn’t need to be in my wallet. It didn’t need to be anywhere near me.

Once the door was closed, I looked at the card again.

Emily’s name was printed in bold, with the logo of her new agency in the top right corner. I flipped it over and there was a handwritten note.

[Let’s keep meeting.]

My jaw tightened.

I stood up and immediately shoved the card into the bottom drawer. Not because I was afraid Sienna might see it Sienna wasn’t the suspicious type. But because I didn’twant to see it myself.

I sat back down, pressing my fingers to my temples.

If Emily were nothing more than a talent for this project, everything would be fine.

But knew Emily.

She wasn’t just someone from the past. She had once been a part of my life significant enough that it had taken me a long time to put myself back together.

I didn’t want a repeat. I forced my gaze back to the laptop screen. Starting today, I had to guard the boundaries.

Ciearly. Firmly. This was work. Nothing more.

But the discomfort clung to me, like a shadow trailing behind.

“Mr. Liam!”

Viola’s voice. The employees who had been gossiping immediately looked away, and when they realized I was standing right behind them, they froze, clearly aware they d just been discussing my life.

“Ah p-please go ahead, sir!” one of them stammered, stepping back quickly. The others followed, lowering their heads awkwardly and making their way.

nodded politely. There was no reason to humiliate them.

They had every right to speculate. I was a public figure in this industry, and my past, well, it had been loud enough.

Viola jogged over, slightly out of breath, and then stepped into the elevator with me.

Strangely, not a single other employee followed. The large elevator felt emptier than usual.

Viola glanced around, puzzled. “Why doesn’t anyone want to come in?”

I offered a short, calm smile, though inside it felt bitter.” Maybe they’re waiting for the next one.”Viola nodded, though her expression was still confused.” That’s strange, they were standing right in front of the elevator.”

The elevator began its slow descent.

I stared at the numbers dropping one by one, and in the silence, my thoughts returned to what I’d overheard earlier.

They weren’t wrong to worry. Not wrong to wonder. Not even wrong to talk about a past that had once thrown this office into chaos.