I stopped in front of his desk, tilting my head slightly as I met his eyes.
"Hello," I said lightly, the word curved with quiet delight. I wanted to see you. Zander caught off guard got up from his seat .
The word lingered longer than it should have.
He inclined his head in acknowledgment, taking a step back as if the space between them needed .
"Please," he said evenly, gesturing toward the chair across from his desk. "Have a seat"I paused instead of moving right away, meeting his gaze across the desk. The air between us felt… different, warmer than it had moments ago.
Only then did I turn and take the chair, my movements unhurried.
He waited, watching me with an expression I couldn't quite read.
"I came here," I said at last, "to discuss our marriage."
His gaze sharpened.
"I heard about the accident," he said. "The wedding was expected to be called of"
I smiled faintly. "It isn't."
The words settled between us.
He didn't respond immediately, his gaze sharpening as it lingered on me, measuring, reassessing.
"You're certain?"
A small smile curved at the corner of my mouth.
"I wouldn't be here if I wasn't."
I held his gaze, letting the words speak for themselves.For a moment, he said nothing. Then whatever had flickered in his eyes disappeared.
"This isn't something we need to finalize today," he said calmly.
He turned back toward his desk. "You should focus on your recovery. My assistant will contact you."
I nodded, rising without argument.
"Alright."
He didn't look back as I left his office.