Macy gently pushed Graeme’s chest, her cheeks tinged with pink. “I need to think about it again,” she said softly, her voice a mixture of teasing and sincerity. “After all, I was rejected by you just a few days ago. I can’t possibly agree so easily now.”
Graeme caught her hands before she could retreat further, his expression suddenly serious. “That day was a mistake,” he said earnestly, his brows furrowing as he recalled the confusion that had brought them to this point. “I thought… I thought Will’s mother and my secretary were two different people. When I spoke with Will’s mother, I didn’t realize she was actually you.”
Macy blinked at him, processing his words. For a moment, there was only the sound of the wind rustling the leaves overhead. Then it dawned on her—the ridiculous, almost
