Oscar arrived at the penthouse with his usual confident stride, stepping inside without hesitation the moment the door was opened. He had never been the type to wait for an invitation, and this evening was no different. His sharp eyes swept across the elegant space, landing on Chloe, who was comfortably seated on the couch, her laptop open in front of her.
A smirk played on his lips as he shook his head slightly.
“Well, well,” he drawled, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a nearby chair. “Chloe, future Mrs. Wordsworth. Who would’ve thought?”
Chloe barely looked up from her screen, too used to his antics to be fazed. “Hello, Oscar.”
He made his way toward the bar, casually selecting a bottle of whiskey and pouring himself a glass. As he took a slow sip, he studied
