I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 22

Niamh frowned. She thought to herself, “Should I pick it up or not?.”

“Pick it up yourself,” Jareth commanded, his voice sharp.

“Fine, I’ll pick it up. What’s the big deal?” she thought, annoyed. She was curious to see what kind of nonsense this high and mighty CEO had scribbled on that paper.

She circled the massive desk and, as she approached Jareth’s side, she couldn’t help but sneak a glance at him. There was no denying he was handsome. His features were sharply defined, as if carved from stone, with thin, sculpted lips. Even his profile was flawless, and his high-bridged nose stood out like a mountain peak.

But perhaps it was that very sharpness, combined with his permanent scowl, that gave him such an unapproachable aura. Just looking at him sent a chill through her.

An image flashed in her mind: the stranger she’d woken up next to on the night of her engagement party five years ago. It had been so long, and her memory of his face was hazy, but she felt a flicker of resemblance between him and Jareth.

“Niamh, are you crazy?” she scolded herself. “What are the chances of a coincidence like that?”

“Seen enough?” Jareth’s cold voice snapped her out of her thoughts.

Startled, Niamh quickly looked away and crouched down. The paper had slid under the desk, right next to his feet.

She stretched out her arm, but it was just out of reach.

“What is wrong with this guy?” she thought, her mind reeling. “His legs are perfectly fine. Why is he in a wheelchair? Is he faking a disability?”

She snatched the paper, scrambled to her feet, and stared at him in utter disbelief.

Jareth was still standing. When he met her shocked gaze, he finally realized what he had done. Besides his driver, Wilbur, no one in the company knew the truth about his legs. And now, this woman did.

Niamh could feel the hostility radiating from him, but a surge of boldness washed over her. He has a secret this big, and he dares to look at her like that? Isn't he afraid she'll tell everyone? She had nothing left to lose.

With a smirk, she let out a slow, deliberate taunt. “Tsk, tsk, tsk. Perfectly good legs, and yet you pretend to be disabled? What’s your game?”