Liam's been back from lunch with his parents for a while now, but no matter how hard he tried to settle down for the afternoon and trudge through the thousands of proposals screaming for his attention, he couldn't.
He pushed away from his desk and stalked his way to Matthew's office.
"King Liam, twice in one day! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit this time?" Matthew mocked him when he walked in and crashed on the couch.
"Eden's old office," Liam said. "Don't you think there's something wrong with it?"
"You mean apart from its size?"
"Look at all the other offices; they're all cluttered with shit from their homes, family photos, travel boards, birthday cards."
"So?" Matthew pushed away from the desk.
"Eden doesn't have any of that. When I fetched her this morning, all her stuff fit in a small box."
"Maybe she doesn't like clutter."
"I get that," Liam blew out a frustrated breath. "But what about her son's photo at least. She's crazy about him. There should be at least one photo of him. I watched her pack her stuff, and I didn't see it."
Matthew nodded, "I see your point."
"Something isn't right, Matt," he crossed his arms and leaned back on the couch.
"You still think she's hiding something?"
"Have you ever seen photos of her son? Has she shown you any?"
Matthew shook his head. "I've never been curious. But now that you've brought it up again—" His voice trailed off as he pulled out his phone and swiped and tapped on his screen.
"Damn, her Instagram's still set to private."
"I could have told you that," Liam brushed his hair away from his forehead.
"Let's try Lydia's vlog."
"Nothing there either," Liam announced. "All the videos featuring Aiden are gone."
They both fell silent for a while, trying to mentally piece the puzzle pieces, but whichever way they looked at it, they arrived at the same conclusion over and over.
"My gut still tells me Aiden's mine," Liam said at last.
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