His Cold Heart, My Fiery Soul

ide, calm but sharp, "You're five minutes late. That is not like you." She stepped in quickly, forcing a steady tone, "Tr

half nervous, half defensive. Wilson leaned back slightly in his chair. "I'm assessing patterns. That's what good lawyers do." She

ffened instantly. "You don't know that," she replied quickly. He tilted his head slightly. "Then explain the m

. "I see everything that matters in my office." She swallowed, refusing to step back even though his presence was overwhe

it." Delphine frowned, "Inside what exactly?" He didn't answer right away, only watching her like he was d

before picking it up, her fingers tightening around it. Wilson didn't move, but his eyes sharpened

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gaze hardened. "Put the phone down," he said quietly. She looked at him sharply, "No. I deserve answe

son. Someone is clearly targeting me." He didn't deny it. That silence alone made her stomach tighten

de this building is watching me?" Wilson didn't deny it. He only replied calmly, "I'm saying someone here knows more about you tha

our firm care about me?" Wilson's gaze stayed fixed on her. "That's the part you're not ready to hear." She shook her hea

first time, then said slowly, "To something that started long before you walked into this office." Delphine fr

oticed. "Open it," he said quietly. She hesitated. "What if it's another threat?" Wilson replied without l

ith you," she whispered. Wilson's expression didn't change, but his voice dropped lower. "That mess

lson shook his head once. "No. I'm part of the reason you're still safe." She frowned deeply. "T

who it is?" Wilson didn't answer immediately. That silence alone made her stomach tighten. Fina

t your past?" she asked carefully. He nodded once. "And now it's touching your present." She whispered, "And I'm i

d quickly. Wilson's voice became more controlled. "Yes. And it's not a coincidence." She backed away sl

stiffened immediately. "Outside the office?" she asked. Wilson nodded slightly. "And they are not walking

"Stay behind me." She shook her head slightly. "I don't need protection." He looked at h

r handle began to move slowly from t

d quietly. The handle turned again, more deliberately this time,

nswer was low, controlled, and final. "Someone who should

y but no words came out, because something about the atmosphere had shifted in a way she could not explain. Then, from outside the glass

ry instantly, and she turned her head slowly toward Wilson, searching his face for confusion or denial. But what she saw instead made her stomach drop even furth

on. "That voice..." she whispered without thinking, but Wilson didn't answer her, his gaze fixed on the door like he was measuring something only he could

as she said it, she realized he wasn't looking at the door anymore. He was looking at her. And in that moment, she understood something

lmost dangerous in its calmness. "Don't move," he said quietly, not takin