Chapter 462
Meet My Brothers
But that was exactly the problem!
Feeling anxious, Mia was about to say something when Timothy suddenly wrapped his arm around her
shoulder, his large hand firmly gripping her arm, pulling her almost into an embrace.
As Miaâs cheek rested against his chest, she could feel the slight stiffness and roughness of Timothyâs
suit jacket.
In a whisper, he said, âStay still, Martha is watching us.â
Confused, Mia discreetly glanced out of the corner of her eye and indeed spotted Martha standing
nearby, covertly observing them.
Quickly averting her gaze, Mia asked, âWhatâs Martha doing?â
âItâs likely Grandmaâs orders. Your behavior earlier raised her suspicions, so she sent Martha to keep
an eye on us. Letâs continue ahead and avoid looking back to prevent arousing any suspicion.â
Mia obediently followed Timothy as they strolled together. âCan we please have fewer people following
us? Iâm not used to it,â she whispered.
Timothy signaled to Heath beside him, and soon all the people tailing them dispersed.
Mia and Timothy stepped into the elevator together, appearing like any other ordinary couple.
As soon as the doors closed, Mia let out a sigh of relief and asked, âMartha wonât be able to see us
now,
right?â
âMost likely,â Timothy replied as he continued to place his arm around Mia tightly.
Mia was feeling a bit uncomfortable standing so close to Timothy and tried to subtly move away.
However, Timothyâs arm tightened around her, pulling her closer into his embrace.
As her forehead collided with his chest, Miaâs vision blurred momentarily,
Timothy spoke gently as he held her, âConsidering Marthaâs capabilities, she will likely catch up from
another elevator.
âSheâs quite adept at monitoring us. If weâre going to act, we might as well give it our all.â
Miaâs cheeks turned red as she spoke, âDo we have to keep hugging like this?â
âIf hugs arenât your thing, what would you rather do?â Timothy asked, his intense gaze causing Mia to
instinctively step back.
With a sudden âdingâ, the elevator doors slid open.
Reacting swiftly, Mla shoved Timothy to the side and swiftly turned away to exit the elevator.
The confined space had made every breath feel like a challenge.
Yet, as Mla raised her eyes, she spotted Martha ascending the escalator on the opposite side.
Timothyâs forecast had caught her off guard.
âWhy the rush?â Timothyâs voice unexpectedly sounded from behind. Mia felt a surge of warmth as he
firmly grasped her hand.
Guided gently by his touch, Mia couldnât help but steal a glance at Timothy beside her.
Bathed in the amblent light, his remarkable features were impeccable, drawing attention effortlessly
wherever he stood.
Walking hand in hand, Mia complied as she trailed beside him, their fingers tightly interlocked.
To observers, they seemed like a loving couple, but his grip on her hand was firm and domineering,
denying her any opportunity to break free.
At first, Mia was tense and uneasy, but with time, she gradually relaxed.
After all, it was merely a charade. What was there to be afraid of?
Keeping this in perspective, Mia became noticeably calmer. She couldnât ignore the assortment of
childrenâs attire showcased in the nearby baby boutique.
Compelled by curiosity, she felt drawn to the display, and Timothy, catching her eye, trailed behind her
into the baby clothing store.
With eagerness, Mia picked out a collection of miniature garments, admiring their gentle texture and
charming size.
Tara Gilmore, the shop assistant, greeted them warmly. âCan I assist you, sir, madam? How old is your
little one?â
âTheyâre not born yet,â Timothy replied, casting a glance at Miaâs abdomen, his tone unexpectedly
gentle.
Without delay, Tara retrieved another pair of tiny socks and handed them to Timothy. âSir, in that case,
perhaps youâd like to purchase several more pairs of these tiny socks.â
Timothy took the socks, observing the miniature socks that were barely larger than his palm.