"Is this your solution?" he asked suddenly, his voice icy, his dark eyes fixed on me, sending a chill down my spine.
"Exactly," I replied. From the beginning, I'd planned it this way—resigning with a valid reason would make leaving Aquilon perfectly natural.
Maxwell Harrington stood tall and imposing before me. He let out a cold, cryptic laugh, his breath drawing close. "You've aborted the child, signed the divorce papers, and now you're quitting your job. What are you scheming, Elara Marston?"
His words made my palms sweat. Trapped in his presence, I instinctively stepped back—only for him to seize my waist, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "Where do you think you're going? Trying to run away from Aquilon?"
"No!" I quickly denied, lifting my gaze to meet his. "Didn't you want me to si
