But that was exactly the problem!
Feeling anxious, Mia was about to say something when Timothy suddenly wrapped his arm around her
shoulder, hisrge hand firmly gripping her arm, pulling her almost into an embrace.
As Mia’s cheek rested against his chest, she could feel the slight stiffness and roughness of Timothy’s
suit jacket.
In a whisper, he said, “Stay still, Martha is watching us.”
Confused, Mia discreetly nced out of the corner of her eye and indeed spotted Martha standing
nearby, covertly observing them.
Quickly averting her gaze, Mia asked, “What’s Martha doing?”
“It’s likely Grandma’s orders. Your behavior earlier raised her suspicions, so she sent Martha to keep
an eye on us. Let’s continue ahead and avoid looking back to prevent arousing any suspicion.”
Mia obediently followed Timothy as they strolled together. “Can we please have fewer people following
us? I’m not used to it,” she whispered.
Timothy signaled to Heath beside him, and soon all the people tailing them dispersed.
Exclusive content ? by N?(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.
Mia and Timothy stepped into the elevator together, appearing like any other ordinary couple.
As soon as the doors closed, Mia let out a sigh of relief and asked, “Martha won’t be able to see us
now,
right?”
“Most likely,” Timothy replied as he continued to ce his arm around Mia tightly.
Mia was feeling a bit ufortable standing so close to Timothy and tried to subtly move away.
However, Timothy’s arm tightened around her, pulling her closer into his embrace.
As her forehead collided with his chest, Mia’s vision blurred momentarily,
Timothy spoke gently as he held her, “Considering Martha’s capabilities, she will likely catch up from
another elevator.
“She’s quite adept at monitoring us. If we’re going to act, we might as well give it our all.”
Mia’s cheeks turned red as she spoke, “Do we have to keep hugging like this?”
“If hugs aren’t your thing, what would you rather do?” Timothy asked, his intense gaze causing Mia to
instinctively step back.
With a sudden “ding“, the elevator doors slid open.
Reacting swiftly, shoved Timothy to the side and swiftly turned away to exit the elevator.
The confined space had made every breath feel like a challenge.
Yet, as raised her eyes, she spotted Martha ascending the esctor on the opposite side.
Timothy’s forecast had caught her off guard.
“Why the rush?” Timothy’s voice unexpectedly sounded from behind. Mia felt a surge of warmth as he
firmly grasped her hand.
Guided gently by his touch, Mia couldn’t help but steal a nce at Timothy beside her.
Bathed in the amblent light, his remarkable features were impable, drawing attention effortlessly
wherever he stood.
Walking hand in hand, Miaplied as she trailed beside him, their fingers tightly interlocked.
To observers, they seemed like a loving couple, but his grip on her hand was firm and domineering,
denying her any opportunity to break free.
At first, Mia was tense and uneasy, but with time, she gradually rxed.
After all, it was merely a charade. What was there to be afraid of?
Keeping this in perspective, Mia became noticeably calmer. She couldn’t ignore the assortment of
children’s attire showcased in the nearby baby boutique.
Compelled by curiosity, she felt drawn to the disy, and Timothy, catching her eye, trailed behind her
into the baby clothing store.
With eagerness, Mia picked out a collection of miniature garments, admiring their gentle texture and
charming size.
Tara Gilmore, the shop assistant, greeted them warmly. “Can I assist you, sir, madam? How old is your
little one?”
“They’re not born yet,” Timothy replied, casting a nce at Mia’s abdomen, his tone unexpectedly
gentle.
Without dy, Tara retrieved another pair of tiny socks and handed them to Timothy. “Sir, in that case,
perhaps you’d like to purchase several more pairs of these tiny socks.”
Timothy took the socks, observing the miniature socks that were barelyrger than his palm.