The next morning, Sylvia woke up expecting things to be different. Maybe not a confession of undying love, but at least something. A lingering look, a shift in how he spoke to her—anything to acknowledge what had happened between them in the car.
Instead, Evans acted like it hadn’t happened at all.
By the time she came downstairs, he was already dressed to leave, standing near the foyer as he adjusted his cufflinks. His suit was crisp, his tie perfectly in place, and his polished shoes reflected the morning light streaming in through the grand windows. He was every bit the composed businessman, unreadable as ever.
Sylvia paused at the bottom of the staircase, watching as his PA handed him a sleek tablet, listing off details about his schedule.
“Your shareholders' meeting is at ten,” th
