Ronald sat in his study room, his gaze riveted on the screen of his laptop. He was busy researching a surgery he was about to carry out.

Being a cardiothoracic surgeon and working as a locum in the biggest health care company that belonged to his Father was a huge role.

A knock came slightly on the door, and he cleared his throat.

“ Come in, Eric,” He shrugged without looking from the screen. He already knew it was Eric Bantley.

The door parted slightly, and a tall, handsome young man in his late twenties walked in. He is Ronald’s loyal assistant.

“Good, you're early. Have you heard from attorney Fred Wills?” Ronald accosted without looking an inch away from the screen.

Eric grimaced and collapsed on the couch. Honestly, he doesn't understand why his boss is being unnecessarily kind.

“I’m flummoxed by your refusal to acknowledge my points. Why are you doing this? For fame? No…I doubt,” Exhaustedly, Eric coaxed a strand of his hair and pushed it slightly backwards. He had come for something different, but Ronald just ruined everything.

“ She's innocent, Eric,” Ronald spat out objectively.

Eric scoffed, his head burning with rage.

“Innocent? She's not. Look, she killed her husband’s rival. She's a murderer, Mr Ronald,”

“ Do you have proof?” Ronald fired.

Feeling defeated, Eric heaved out heavily. “It's fine. But does it change the fact that she didn't murder her husband's rival? And what has this got to do with you? You're keeping things under wraps,” he sighed.

Ronald chuckled slightly but didn't respond to his assistant at once.

After successfully turning off the laptop, he looked up at Eric and said, “You haven't given me any response since you arrived in my study room, but here you are scolding your boss.”

Worn out, Eric responded,“ She would be released in two days. Mr Fred is working on her bail.” He shot a burning gaze at Ronald.

“Good!” Ronald let out an unnoticeable smile after hearing the good news.

“Huh? You don't even know this woman. Why do you want to support her? Do you think the deceased's family would give up? They are famous just as you,” Eric huffed, trying hard to talk his boss out of his decision and then mumbled.

“What a saint!”

Showing a full smile, Ronald stood up and flexed his muscles.

“I’d be expecting Miss Miriam after her release. I want you to take her shopping, then bring her here to me once she's out. Understand?!” Ronald ordered his assistant.

“Bring her to you? What are your plans?” Eric questioned as if Ronald were accountable to him or something.

“ I need to head to the hospital for a consultation, and you’d better not sit there. I'm running late.” He replied firmly before leaving the study room.

Ronald’s evasive response even irritated Eric the most, yet there was nothing he could do about it.

On a Friday the following week, Ronald had to visit his father's health care company but had to cut down his schedule. Miriam was going to be visiting him for the first time that day.

Immediately, it clocked 4 pm, Ronald left the office and hurried home.

Getting home, he hurried upstairs to freshen up. Just before he would return downstairs, he met Eric standing beside a tall, slender and beautiful young woman.

“ Good evening, Mr Ronald, ” Eric greeted and thereafter maintained composure. He would have punched Ronald's face if Ronald weren't his boss.

For the first time, Miriam's eyes remained glued to Ronald, the effortless, pretty man with a majestic aura.

Then, she jerked out of reverie. She had met him before, but couldn't remember exactly where.

This made her curious as to why he would save her.

What does he want?

Looking away from Miriam, Ronald replied to Eric.

“ Thanks. I’ll just see you off,” Ronald said, as he saw him off.

Miriam sat quietly in the dimly lit room, staring at the wall but seeing nothing. Her thoughts were jumbled, her past, her divorce, the betrayal. She felt like a ghost of herself. Every breath she took felt like a burden.

Just then, the door creaked open. She turned sharply, startled.

Ronald Huston stood in the doorway, composed yet commanding. His expression was unreadable, his tailored suit catching the golden light filtering through the window.

"You look troubled," he said, stepping inside. He has just returned from seeing his assistant off.

"Should I not be?" Miriam retorted bitterly. "My life fell apart less than two weeks ago. You saved me. Why did you do that?"

Ronald didn’t respond immediately. He simply walked to the armchair opposite her and sat down.

“ Don't you think we should make this meeting more interesting? I’ll be a coward not to treat you specially,”

“ Please—” She shrugged

“ I insist,”

He cut her off politely and called out to one of his stewards, who immediately brought a bottle of Champagne and two ball glass cups.

Ronald poured a small quantity of Champagne into the two glasses. And with an unreadable radiant smile, he handed Miriam one glass.

Miriam accepted but shifted the glass a mile from her. She was more concerned about the purpose of their meeting.

"I know you’ve been through more than most can handle," he said, voice low, calm. "But I’m here to offer you something different. A chance."

Miriam narrowed her eyes. "A chance at what exactly?"

He leaned forward slightly. "A way to rise. To take control of your story."

She stared at him, torn between curiosity and disbelief. There was something oddly comforting about him, despite how unfamiliar he still was.

"You talk like you know me," she said, her tone softening just a bit.

"I know enough," he replied. "You were betrayed. You were framed. And yet, you didn’t break."

She felt the words sink into her. It had been so long since someone acknowledged her pain without judgment or pity.

"Why do you care?" she asked, her voice almost a whisper.

Ronald smiled faintly. "Because I’ve been where you are. I know what it means to be underestimated."

Miriam lowered her gaze. She didn’t want to admit it, but she was listening now, truly listening. For the first time in weeks, something stirred in her chest. Not hope, not quite. But a flicker of interest.

"Why me? Why are you choosing me for... whatever this is?" She questioned curiously. Wondering why he's offering a chance.

He paused. Then, he reached for his glass and swirled the drink slightly. "Because you’re stronger than you think. And I need someone like you."

His words hit somewhere deep inside her. Something in her, something quiet that she wanted to trust him.

“ Marry me, Miss Miriam. You’ll find out why I saved you.”