?<strong>Chapter 1437:</strong>


    Annoyed, Lowell called out again, but still, no one came in. Reluctantly, he set aside his work and got up to open the door.


    The moment he swung it open, a woman in sexy lingerie and a mask sprang into his arms.


    “Surprise! Do you like it?” Tracy’s voice was full of excitement, her eyes glowing with mischief.


    Caught off guard, Lowell felt a brief spark of joy. He had been thinking about hertely, but then the memory of the scene in the mall resurfaced, dousing his enthusiasm.


    His expression darkened as he frowned and asked, his voice colder than before, “What are you doing here?”


    “I missed you, so I decided to sneak into yourpany to see you,” Tracy said, releasing him and twirling with a yful grin. “Do you like my outfit? I even added stockings with suspenders.”


    Lowell’s eyes drifted down to her legs.


    Her long, slender legs were wrapped in ck stockings, and her thighs subtly curved, exuding a mix of innocence and allure.


    Lowell’s gaze darkened as he scrutinized her, his voice steady butced with confusion. “Why are you dressed like this?”


    Tracy’s response was candid. “To please you.”


    Taken aback by her directness, Lowell paused before his mind shifted back to earlier. “I saw you in the mall today.”


    Tracy furrowed her brow, scratching her head in confusion. “I didn’t go out today. How could you have seen me there?”


    Lowell blinked, his surprise evident. “You didn’t leave the house?”


    Tracy nodded calmly. “Yes, you must have confused me with someone else.”


    A frown crossed Tracy’s face, her voice tinged with frustration. “If you can’t even recognize my back, it seems like you don’t like me that much. I’ve been trying so hard to be affectionate, and now this.”


    Lowell suddenly understood. He hadn’t spent enough time with her to truly recognize her. It must have been Dolores’s harsh words that had clouded his judgment, making him mistakenly believe anyone even vaguely resembling Tracy was her.


    Realizing his mistake, Lowell swiftly lifted Tracy in his arms, carried her into the office, and gently set her down.


    He gently reassured her, “Please don’t be upset. It was my mistake. I hope you can forgive me.”


    Tracy pushed his hand aside, her voice tinged with impatience. “I’ve been nning a surprise for you at home, and you mistook me for someone else. You’re not to me—it’s my fault. I’ve been overthinking everything.”


    Lowell, despite his hardened, merciless demeanor, was utterly out of his depth when it came to matters of the heart. Romance was an uncharted territory he had never dared to explore.


    So, when Tracy turned up the charm and started to flirt, his brain might as well have short-circuited. Words failed him, and his thoughts scrambled to keep up with her teasing game.


    All he knew was that she was upset, and appeasing her was like trying to calm a storm in full swing.


    With a sharp push, Tracy shoved him away, her face full of disdain. “Don’t touch me. First, you mistake me for someone else, and now you’ve got the audacity to pin the me on me? Coming to see you today was aplete waste of my time.”


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