Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 267

She grabbed her bag and headed for the stairs.

Lawrence stood up. "I told you, we are talking tonight."

"I'm exhausted."

"You're never exhausted working for Stellaris, but the second you step foot in this house, you're suddenly too tired?"

Wren stopped at the foot of the stairs.

She turned around to face him. "Whatever you want to say, say it now."

Lawrence closed the distance, holding up a piece of paper.

It was a photocopy of the Stellaris symposium guest list she had left on the desk in The East Wing Guest Suite.

Wren's eyes turned instantly hostile.

"You went into my room?"

"This is the Langford Estate."

The second the words left his mouth, he knew he had crossed a line.

But the damage was done.

Wren stared at him, a glacial chill rising in her eyes.

"So what?" she asked. "Because it's the Langford Estate, you get to rifle through my private belongings?"

Lawrence tossed the list onto a side table. "I just want to know exactly how many Langford Medical contacts you plan on dragging over to endorse Stellaris."

"They aren't Langford Medical contacts. They are medical industry professionals."

"Wren, stop playing dumb." Lawrence lowered his voice, his tone sharp. "Last night, you exploited your status as Mrs. Langford to command the room, and today you claim you have nothing to do with this family. You want the perks, but you also want your boundaries. You don't get to have it both ways."

Hearing this, Wren's anger evaporated into cold clarity.

She looked at the man standing in front of her.

He had finally admitted exactly how he viewed her.

It wasn't that he couldn't comprehend her boundaries.

It was his belief that the moment she stepped into the role of 'Mrs. Langford,' she was obligated to pay the price of being his obedient wife.

"Lawrence," she began, her voice deathly calm. "Who orchestrated my attendance last night?"

He remained silent.

"Who told the host to drag me on stage at the last minute?"

His expression darkened further.

"Who tipped off the press to take photos of us standing side by side?"

Wren dismantled the glamorous facade of the gala piece by piece, her voice light but lethal.

"You wanted the world to see that I am still Mrs. Langford. So, I made sure they also saw exactly what Wren Whitaker is capable of. It was perfectly fair."

Lawrence's gaze turned predatory.

"You're awfully calculated these days."

"If I don't calculate my own moves, I get played as a pawn in yours."

Her visceral reaction made his face contort with dark fury.

"So now you flinch if I take a single step toward you?"

"Yes."

Once again, her answer was brutal, absolute, and devoid of hesitation.

The rage that had been boiling inside Lawrence all day finally erupted.

He reached out and seized her arm, roughly pulling her toward him.

It wasn't a violent grip, but the sheer dominance of it made Wren's entire body tense defensively.

"Lawrence, let go of me."

"Why are you so obsessed with freezing me out?"

"You froze yourself out a long time ago."

Just as the words hung in the air, a soft thud echoed from the second floor.

It sounded like a plastic cup hitting the carpet.

They both snapped their heads up.

Leo stood at the top of the stairs in his little bear pajamas, his water bottle rolling near his feet.

He was deathly pale, his eyes wide with terror.

He didn't understand what the adults were arguing about.