A Love Unseen

s mind wandered, thoughts drifting to the upcoming wedding and Aurora, his fiancée. He couldn't help but

sing his meals and even running to his apartment in the dead of night whenever his housekeeper required her help when he had a relapse and had shut everyone out, she had always been

revolving door of suits and briefcases, all seeking his signature

t eaten all day. He walked over to his sleek, mahogany desk, where his computer and a few neatly arranged f

d pressed the intercom button. "Emily, could you please order

a visitor... It's Miss Wynter," she reported, to which he sighed as exhaustion suddenly washed over him

, so I brought dinner, hoping we could eat together if you don't mind," she said, her bright smile unwavering despite Landon's reserved demeanor, which only made him feel mo

bag, and he headed to the comfortable long couch by the side, where he began to unpack the containers. "I figured you could use a break and have a healthy meal at the s

.." He trailed off, and Aurora's smile faltered for a moment before she quickly recovered. "It's fine, Landon," she said, giving him a small encouraging

ut to begin dishing out their meal when his phone buzzed with an incoming message. He glanced at the scre

is glass door opened for what felt like the zillionth time. The visitor's arrival was met with a mixture of surprise an

e for whatever his lunatic of a friend had in store for him. Cros

by and say hello." He placed his hands in his pockets,

ywhere but here. After all, this would be the first time she would be assuming the status of Landon's

, his smile softening. He became playful, his tone teasing. "Why, should I not be here? Di

exposing how red her cheeks had gotten. Her words tumbled out in a rush and she bit her lower li

appearance. As far as she could remember, Landon had said nothing noteworthy happened rece

s causing her curiosity to get the better of her

Landon's expression remained neutral. "Yes, he called me before boarding the plan

te, so why did I learn about it so late?" she thought to herself, feeling a pang of petty

his eye. "What did you say little one?" he asked, pretending not to have heard.

she said. He reached out, ruffled her hair gently with a playful gesture, then pl

y to her lips, and it took all her willpower not to harumph like a toddler. Ethan's expressio

ed his presence altogether. "Let's eat, I'm starving," Ethan said, unde

out small servings of Landon's favorite dish - grilled veal with roasted vegetables, comprising of zucchini, bell peppers, and cherry toma

, while Ethan's plate had slightly less. Her own plate had the smallest por

o face them once she was done, a smile on her lips. "All set," she said, but her voice trailed off a