imeline for when she might regain her consciousness. It co

windling into silence under th

s. If there's any development, I want to

r responded, a note of

t leave on her own. Besides, she still relied on

ed on Arabella on the chair, who had succum

lighting her delicate features against the dark room. Her small f

uld Arabella, with her layers of secre

quickly straightened, her movements swift and precise like a student

that terrifying? She had shown no hesitation la

r. You're coming with me," Owen declared

issa had orchestrated a role for her as Owen's personal secretary within the

ward her further. The title of "personal secretary" was a

nding business meetings, had surprisingly invited h

asted no time plunging into a s

crucial to Evlinas' economy, hi

his eyes flicked

him, his eyebrow arching in quiet reproach. "Are you out of money? Is that why

ge, halted as Owen abruptly averted his ga

was known to a select few, who likely imagined her draped in luxury,

ut a living on her meager salary from the company, a sha

s of supporting her mother, Khloe, and her high school-bound younger brother, Caylee. The costs of study material

to herself, for discussing them seemed pointless-Owen's indifference to her life extended to even the most minute de

ng, Danna Watson, Owen's chief secretary, was alrea

ehind the scenes for Owen, Danna ha

r ponytail sleek and her bangs perfectly arran

n Arabella's hands and stated firmly, "Ms. Butcher, Mr.

owl, Arabella swiftly accepted the clothe

it was to Owen's indifferent glance. However, the vibrant color of the dress brought out the

f Owen's passionate kiss from the night before, a

r from Danna, attempting to mask the marks. Yet, despite her efforts

s clouding with an unreadable emotion before he abrupt

lit private room, the murmur

tably. Arabella, feeling out of place, stood silen

Group, rose to greet Owen, his enthusiasm palpable. He extended a hand to Owen, who, still clad in his customar

ction and cleanliness was some

s sparkled with intrigue. "Well, well, Mr. Murray, wh

ike the bold, assertive types he was accustomed to, Arabella's gentle,

edged closer to Owen for comfort. Owen, noticing her discomfort, chuckled, his demeanor rela

suring smile, Owen said, "Ms. B

tative nod in response

e. "Ms. Butcher, are you looking down on me? Won't you eve

oss her features. She wanted to communicate with gestures but h

ed smoothly. "I apologize, Blaine. Ms.

eak made social interactions daunting, and her reluctance was often mistaken for aloofnes

the pressure to present herself well. Despite her limitations, she didn't want to come off as difficul

make her presence as positive as possible, silentl

had no choice but to let

hat drew everyone in. Her white, even teeth lent her smile a sincere,

re intriguing. His enthusiasm was palpable as he exclaimed, "A mute, huh

ck of irritation at Arabella's smile, an un

sit beside Blaine, her eyes flicking u

far away, yet what troubled her mo

y facade, but as he realized Owen's attention

e, but she recoiled in shock when Blaine's hand stealthily bru