As the thought formed, Lilith was startled by her own sincerity. Was she truly rooting for her brother and Charlotte, or was it…?
“What’s wrong?” Charlotte asked, noticing her strange expression.
“Huh? Oh, nothing… I’ll, uh, let you get back to it,” Lilith said, clutching her files and scurrying away.
She was so pathetic!
As she passed Judd Carstairs’ office, she heard voices inside. Karin was giving him a work report.
Lilith glanced through the glass partition. Judd was sitting in a large black leather chair, his long fingers flipping through a document, his brow slightly furrowed in deep concentration.
That guy… he was actually quite handsome when he was working.
Just then, Judd looked up, his gaze cutting straight through the glass and landing directly on her.
In that instant, she felt rooted to the spot, her heart pounding against her ribs so hard she thought it might…
Burst out!
She quickly averted her gaze and fled as if her life depended on it.
She didn't stop until she reached the corner, where she leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths.
This feeling… There was no mistake. She was really starting to fall for the guy!
…
During her lunch break, Charlotte went with Evander to the hospital to visit Quincy.
Quincy was, after all, her uncle, so it was only natural for her to visit him. But Evander…
Charlotte glanced at the man beside her. “You don’t seem like the type to visit my Uncle Quincy.”
He smiled. “You’re right. I’m not just here to visit him.”
“Then why?”
“To talk business,” Evander said, pushing open the door to the hospital room.
Evander took Charlotte’s hand and led her out of the room.
In the hallway, she hurried to keep up with him. “Ilse is in Eldermere City, and she met with my uncle? They’ve known your identity all this time?”
“Yes, which means I can’t hide it for much longer,” he said, stopping to face her. “I think it’s time to tell the Rayburns.”
Charlotte didn’t say anything, but she accompanied Evander to the Rayburn estate. At first, she worried that the rest of the Rayburn family would have objections upon learning his true identity.
But her fears were unfounded.
When Mr. Rayburn learned who Evander was, his expression barely changed. There was no sign of displeasure. “I should have known,” he said.
He set down his coffee cup, the cup making a soft sound against the dark wood of the table. He studied Evander, his gaze as deep and still as a quiet pool. “Regardless of who you are, it was thanks to you that our third son’s overseas project succeeded. The Rayburn family owes half of that success to your help. It doesn’t matter what your name is; I won’t question you for concealing your identity.”
Evander smiled and nodded. “Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Rayburn.”
“However…” Mr. Rayburn suddenly smiled, the wrinkles around his eyes softening. “Since you two never finalized the divorce, you’re still our family’s son-in-law, aren’t you? So, about this engagement…”
Evander put down his coffee cup and looked at Charlotte, who was sitting beside him looking slightly tense. He said slowly, “We’re still going through with it.”

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