After leaving the prison, Layla stopped by a quaint florist shop, selecting a small, elegant bouquet of lilies and roses. She stepped into the car with a thoughtful expression as Aiden moved to close the door behind her with practiced care. Sliding into the driver's seat, he cast a glance her way.
"Layla, you still haven't told me what Seraphina said," Aiden began, his tone light but curious.
Layla sighed softly, placing the bouquet on her lap. "You'll hear it from Lucius soon enough," she replied, a touch of exasperation in her voice. "I know you all conspire to keep me in the dark while working together."
Aiden turned toward her with an apologetic look. "It's not like that. Boss just doesn't want you to worry unnecessarily," he explained, his words laced with sincerity. "We all agree—it's better for you to let us handle these things."
