Several female interns huddled nearby, whispering excitedly.
"Assistant Rhysand is so handsome! It's such a shame he's already married."
"Who's his wife, anyway? He never talks about her."
"He doesn't even wear a wedding ring. It's like he's not married at all!"
Ariel lowered her head, glancing at her bare fingers. A small wave of disappointment washed over her. Rhysand had always been good to her, showering her with expensive gifts, but after being married for over a month, he still hadn't given her a ring or even mentioned one.
Suddenly, a young girl with flushed cheeks approached Rhysand, holding a box of chocolates.
"Assistant Rhysand, I made these myself. Please try some!"
Rhysand didn't even glance at her, walking right past as if she wasn't there. His cold demeanor froze the room, and the girl's face turned beet red, but she persisted.
"Assistant Rhysand, are you free tonight? I can treat you to dinner."
