AYRA'S POV:

Caspian stood there, looking impeccably handsome as always. His eyes skimmed over me, pausing as if to assess, and a hint of disdain crossed his face.

“I see you're with...” he began but trailed off, leaving the statement hanging.

“With Ayra, your personal assistant?” Mr. Hawthorne interjected, finishing the sentence for his son.

“His personal assistant?” Mrs. Hawthorne echoed, her voice tinged with confusion.

“Yes, I arranged for her employment at his company, and he made her his P.A. She must be such an outstanding staff, right?.,” Mr. Hawthorne added, a smirk playing on his lips as he glanced at Caspian.

“Well, Lauren’s on maternity leave, so I...