Thea Grant swallowed hard. To be honest, she really wanted to announce the news out loud; keeping a secret was just too agonizing. "I'll try my best. I'll work hard on it."
Shalma Hughes gave Thea a helpless smile before lowering her head to look at the documents again.
Throughout the day, Shalma had to endure her colleagues' complicated gazes. When it was time to get off work, she thought she could finally relax, but it seemed the aftermath of the banquet was far from over.
Shalma sat in the car. Beside her, Marcus Hughes was reading today's newspaper. From the corner of her eye, she could easily spot the massive, glaring headline: "Mr. Winslow's Prospective Fiancée?"
She noticed the streaks of silver at his temples, though his eyes remained as vigorous as ever. The passing years had left this man with a profound and unfathomable demeanor.
