Emily’s POV
“Emilia Carter! There is another delivery for you,” Ben announced for the third time in the day. “Please pick it up.”
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. I was sure it was another bouquet of flowers, or perhaps a dessert. The office had become a revolving door of Jin’s silent, extravagant apologies. The first had been a stunning orchid, the card bearing only a single, stark question mark. The second was a box of impossibly expensive chocolates from a boutique I’d once mentioned in passing, the card blank this time.
He was respecting my request for space, but he was also making his presence—and his regret—impossible to ignore.
“Fine,” I muttered, pushing back from my desk. I could feel my colleagues' eyes on me as I walked to the reception area. Sarah glared at me as I p
