4 – “Mr. Lewis.” Ainsley greeted him with a smile and walked over, positioning herself behind Duncan’s wheelchair, whether intentionally or not. Duncan’s secretary assumed she was going to push him, so she relinquished her hold and stepped aside.

Ainsley naturally took over the secretary’s role and pushed Duncan into the president’s office.

The two secretaries followed the bosses in silence.

“Ms. Girard, I can manage on my own. There’s no need to push,” Duncan stated, not wanting Ainsley to assist him. He had mentioned that his wheelchair was automatic and he could easily control its movement.

Ainsley smiled. “I didn’t do much. Mr. Lewis, you are in complete control.”

Today, she wasn’t in a women’s suit but wore casual clothing. She let down her usual bun, allowing her hair to flow freely. Since her husband’s passing, she had rarely adorned herself with bright jewelry.

However, today she wore the stunning jewelry she used to wear daily while her husband was alive. With her meticulous makeup, she resembled a girl in her early twenties.

It was hard to believe she was in her thirties and the mother of a nine-year-old son.

When she left the house this morning, her son had complimented her beauty.

Her parents-in-law hesitated to speak as they looked at her dressed like this.

Ainsley understood their thoughts; she had overheard everything they said last night.

After observing Duncan for a long time, she believed he was the only one suited for her.

Explaining her position as the third party in Duncan’s relationship with Liberty was complicated, so she kept it to herself and waited to see how Duncan would respond.

If Duncan showed any reaction, she would be labeled a mistress, and she would be ready to compete fairly with Liberty.

If Duncan only admired…

considered him a client and a business partner, believing that she should not interfere in others’ personal lives. If she were to let go of Duncan, she would never entertain the idea of marrying in the future. She planned to take good care of the company, raise her son, and support her in-laws until they grew old, waiting for her son to mature enough to take over. Then, she could retire, reunite with her close friends, and travel the world. On the rare occasion that she felt down, she could visit Cowherd’s shop for a little retail therapy. There would be no love, no marriage, and no relationships.

Ainsley spoke honestly, resting her hands on the wheelchair for fun without intending to push Duncan away. When she reached Duncan’s desk, she released her grip. As Duncan stood, Ainsley instinctively moved to assist him.

“Ms. Girard, you don’t need to help me. I can manage on my own. I’m committed to my rehabilitation every day. Although I haven’t fully recovered, I can still stand and take a couple of steps,” Duncan said, declining her support.

Ainsley had to withdraw her hand but watched him with concern. Duncan rose slowly, grasped the desk, and maneuvered around to sit in the black swivel chair. After he sat, Ainsley followed suit. Duncan’s secretary moved the wheelchair next to the desk for his convenience.

“Ms. Girard, would you prefer warm water or coffee?” Duncan inquired politely.

Ainsley answered, “I didn’t sleep well last night, so I’m a bit sleepy now. A cup of coffee would help me. I usually need two or three cups each day to stay awake until I get home at night.”

I was too tired.