Gray Hair Is No Match for a New Love's Smile

: Partner

Ian Sutton started coming to see me more and more often. He always had a legitimate reason, and each time, he walked away with another investment.

Then one day, Ian Sutton set off a sky full of fireworks just for me.

Beneath the fireworks, he presented me with a carefully chosen bracelet. But along with it, he solemnly produced a contract.

"Miss Sinclair, would you do me the honor of being my business partner?"

I looked at the contract, a little disappointed.

The words tumbled out before I could think. "You create such a romantic moment for a girl, and you pull out a contract instead of a diamond ring?"

He seemed a bit embarrassed, but he quickly masked it. Looking at me earnestly, he said, "I just want to wait until I've made a name for myself before I propose to the woman I love."

I looked into his sparkling eyes, and all I saw was sincerity.

So, I agreed.

I thought we had a silent understanding. I thought that once he made his mark on the world, he would come to me with an open heart and ask me to marry him.

"Miss Sinclair, I won't let you down."

He whispered in my ear, and I couldn't help but shiver. My eyes traced the line from his brow to the corner of his lips, and with every glance, my heart skipped a beat.

We went from collaborating companies to business partners, and we were practically inseparable.

But business always came before pleasure, so I never bothered him while he was working.

Yet, every day, I would find all sorts of snacks he'd left for me at my desk.

If it rained, he would be the first one there to pick me up.

At parties, he would intercept any drinks offered to me.

He always kept a change of clothes for me in his car.

All these little ambiguous moments made every glance, every word of concern from him, feel incredibly sweet.

One of our employees even posted about our daily interactions online.

The caption read: "It's true! The 'will-they-won't-they' phase is the sweetest!"

I quietly liked the post.

Soon after, Ian Sutton popped up in the comments: "It's working hours. Get back to it."

The next day, the employee posted a picture of the bonus their boss had sent them.

The internet was filled with envious comments.

Rumors began to spread in our circles that I was taking Ian Sutton under my wing.

Some even teased me, saying I was grooming a boy-toy husband for myself.

Ian Sutton never denied the rumors, but he never confirmed them either.