Chapter 220 The Framed Secret

As evening settled over the city, the CEO's office at Draven Group remained lit with bright light. Rhett sat at his desk, his fingers flying across the keyboard as he tackled the mountain of emails and documents that had accumulated during his absence. His jaw was set tight, and a lingering coldness sat between his brows, betraying his intense focus. The silence of the room was broken as his phone screen lit up. He glanced at it to find a message from Lila. "I'm cooking dinner tonight. If you have time, come over and join me." Rhett's fingers froze over the keys. He stared at the text, and unbidden, an image formed in his mind of Lila in an apron, bustling about a warm kitchen. The sensation of being remembered, of someone saving a seat for him at their table, was strange. It felt like a warm current flowing silently through his mind, smoothing out the exhaustion of the past few days. The corners of his lips curved into a barely perceptible arc, and the chill in his eyes thawe