Jared assumed Nita had taken their child to escort her ailing mother back to her hometown. He didn’t think much of it, changed clothes, and headed to work.
When he arrived at the office, he was surprised to find Theodore standing by the reception desk.
“Theo, what are you doing here?” Jared couldn’t help but wonder if their boss had decided to play greeter today. “Is there some major announcement at the meeting?”
“Just head upstairs,” Theodore replied, glancing outside just in time to see Emma stepping out of a car.
He hurried over to meet her.
Jared glanced back, shaking his head—so Theo really was playing doorman now.
Emma looked just as surprised to see Theodore waiting for her. “What on earth would make CEO Whitman stand out here personally?”
Theodore looked awkward. “Emma…”
She smiled faintly. “Afraid I might get burned alive again on the way in?”
Theodore’s expression flickered from red to pale in an instant.
Emma didn’t spare him another look, heading straight into the building.
The receptionist was new—Emma didn’t recognize her.
“Hello, wel—”
Before the receptionist could finish, Theodore caught up from behind. “She’s here to see me.”
The receptionist immediately stopped asking questions and politely held the elevator doors for them.
Emma couldn’t help but feel bewildered. These past five years, Theodore had spun like a top, always busy; he’d never come down to greet her, sometimes not even bothering to reply to her messages. Back then, she’d even wondered if maybe her texts were just too trivial, too much of a distraction for him.
But after Cecilia returned, it wasn’t just a matter of messages anymore. Whenever Cecilia needed something, Theodore would drop everything to be by her side.
So, it turned out, he hadn’t really been that busy.
He just hadn’t cared.
How long could it possibly take to reply to a message? A second? Two?

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