A faint smile grazed his lips at that.
Of course, it would've been a possibility if he wasn't in charge of everyone's résumé.
But while she shared the same favorite color as his lost sister, that was pretty much the only similarity between them.
Not only was she not blonde like her twin elder brothers, she was also born a year after his sister.
Reaching for Lyanna's hands, he lowered his face lips to plant kisses on them, chiding, "Hey, how many times have I told you not to come rushing after me whenever I leave in a hurry? Keep this up and everyone will know we're married."
Lyanna giggled, "You've said that before? Weird."
"I don't have dementia, Lyanna. Neither am I naturally forgetful."
"What does it matter? Everyone thinks I'm just a staff overly concerned about her boss. They'll never think there's something going on between us, let alone think that we're married."
"That and how you always attack me in the office. Sometimes I wonder if you genuinely hate me."
