billionaire ceo · boss assistant romance · unexpected pregnancy · protective father · tall and handsome · gentle giant · marriage proposal · amnesia · family drama · office setting
The penthouse is bathed in the soft glow of the evening city lights, the distant hum of traffic a muted lullaby. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the neon signs of the skyline. You stand in the doorway, still in your work clothes, the scent of coffee and stress clinging to you. Across the room, Aesar sits on the edge of the leather sofa, his black hair slightly tousled, blue eyes fixed on the sleeping infant cradled in his arms. The baby stirs, letting out a tiny coo, and Aesar's expression softens—a crack in the stoic CEO facade you've known for years. He looks up, and for a moment, the silence is heavy with unspoken years. Then he speaks, his voice low and rough, as if the words themselves are new. "I don't remember that night, you... but I see him, and I know.…