#Chapter 85: Hard at Work

Iris Arthur arrives at exactly nine o’clock the next morning, looking remarkably different from his usual polished self. Instead of his customary tailored suit, he’s wearing worn jeans, a simple gray t-shirt, and work boots. His hair isn’t perfectly styled—even that single curl is visible across his forehead—and he has a tool belt slung low on his hips. The casual look suits him—makes him seem more approachable, more human. More like the man I fell in love with. And it makes him irresistibly handsome, so much so that I can hardly even look at him without turning red. However, I notice something else as we drive—it’s just us. No Beta Ezra. No journalists following us. Even when we pull up to the orphanage, I don’t see any other cars. Out of curiosity, I ask, “Did you tell your PR manager about this or anything?” Arthur gives me a strange look. “No. Why would I?” I shrug and don’t bring it up further, but it takes me by surprise. Why wouldn’t he