Sunny opened the door with obvious reluctance, her ears tinged a faint pink. She shot the man a sidelong glance. "Just go downstairs first, will you?"
Stellan's lips curled into a soft smile. "No can do. You made this especially for me, so I insist we taste it together."
Sunny pressed her lips together. Well, she supposed that was fair.
He really was something—always so poised, never giving anyone a reason to complain.
Still, she wished he'd tone down the teasing, like he'd done in the kitchen earlier.
Getting back to business, Sunny picked up a piece of fish, brought it to her lips, and chewed thoughtfully before speaking in a low voice. "About my suspension—was it you who asked Manager Pierce to put in a word with our director?"
Stellan's hand paused midair. "Suspension?"
"You were suspended? When did that happen?"
Sunny froze. So he really didn't know?
Well, it must have been Manager Pierce, doing her a favor for the boss's sake.
"It's nothing. I'm back at work now, so it doesn't matter."
She didn't intend to elaborate.
As for Uncle Lawson's involvement in her suspension, she saw no reason to tell Stellan. Uncle Lawson was Stellan's older brother, after all, and they were naturally closer.
Stellan narrowed his eyes, his brow furrowing. "You still haven't answered my question."
Sunny deftly placed another piece of fish into his bowl, dodging, "Eat up. I have a case in court tomorrow and need to prep in the study after dinner."
Seeing her clearly unwilling to talk, Stellan's frown deepened.
After they finished, both retreated upstairs to their respective studies.
Stellan caught a glimpse of her catlike silhouette slipping away, and paused at his own study door, lost in thought.
He headed back downstairs to the princess-themed guest room, where little Molly, the rabbit, was waiting for her dinner.
As he stroked her snowy fur, he mused aloud, "Tell me, Molly, your mom seems to be hiding something from me. What do you think is a fitting punishment?"
The rabbit, too focused on her food, clearly had no interest in the complexities of human drama.
Stellan's lips curved into a mischievous smile. "Guess I'll save it for our wedding day."
He hesitated, unsure whether to reveal the rest.
"Mr. Lawson, actually, there's one more thing I haven't told you."
Stellan arched an eyebrow. "What is it?"
His gut told him it wouldn't be good.
"At the last company meeting with Attorney Carrington's team, I was specifically told not to give her any special treatment," Jude said, keeping his eyes down. "Because Assistant Lewis said Attorney Carrington had already broken up with you."
For a moment, the air in the room seemed to freeze.
Jude finished speaking and didn't dare look up.
Stellan let out a soft, icy laugh. "How thoughtful of him, going out of his way to warn you."
"That's enough. I understand. You can get back to work."
Jude risked a glance upward and saw the man's expression—cold as ice.

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