She had worked for him long enough to know what that meant, and in less than five seconds, Lara had the whole room cleared out—
Whoa.
Kyara was starting to feel like this was all a dream, with how everything was just moving so, so fast. How in the world was it just the two of them inside the room, and her heart started hammering against her chest as Lyrius came to stand in front of her, his beautiful face still taut with concern.
She looked up into his eyes, and the words simply came tumbling out.
“I love you, Lyrius.”
He jerked as if he had been sucker punched, and a wobbly laugh escaped her.
“Say it again,” he said hoarsely.
“I love you,” she said tearily. “I love you so, so much. I can’t believe you’re real. I can’t believe I was so blind. I p-promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise I’ll spend the rest of—”
Lyrius had to haul her back into his arms, otherwise she was going to kill him with her sweetness.
“Just remember this one thing.”
She nodded against his chest.
“You’re mine.Forever.”
Kyara couldn’t reply, with Lyrius already kissing her so, so deeply that the whole world was slowly fading away even despire the whispers outside the room growing louder and louder, with the news about Cyrus’s downfall spreading like wildfire assomeone from H.R. told someone from Marketing, who then told someone in Operations, who then...well...
Kyara would learn about all of this from Lara later on, but for now...
Oh, Lyrius.
This kiss had her unable to think, and she couldn’t even remember her own name or how to breathe. She couldn’t remember anything at all except for that.
She was his.
Forever.
Six Months Later
Lyrius signed the last document on the stack and pushed it across the desk just as Lara appeared in the doorway.
“She’s downstairs, sir.”
He glanced at the clock above the door. Six fifteen. Kyara had said six thirty.
“Already?”
“Already.”
Lyrius rose to his feet and reached for his jacket from the back of his chair. “Wallace?”
“Still in Shanghai.” Lara handed him the folder she’d been holding as he came around the desk. “Mr. Adriano’s people sent the monthly note. No incidents. Undisclosed location, supervised, not expected back anytime soon.”
“Good.”
“Henry confirmed dinner at seven. Your grandparents are already at the restaurant.”
Lyrius placed the folder inside his drawer. “Thank you, Lara.”
“Sir.” She didn’t move from the doorway. “One more thing.”
