Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 11

The conference room fell silent for several seconds.

Lawrence stared at Wren standing in the doorway, his brow furrowing deeply.

She looked like a stranger today.

Gone were the soft, demure dresses from the Langford Estate's walk-in closet, and missing were the plain knit sweaters she always wore while bustling around the house in his memories.

The crisp tailoring of her white pantsuit accentuated her elegant posture. Her long hair was pinned back into a low bun, revealing the delicate slope of her neck. Holding a stack of project files, she stood beside Julian York, her expression completely calm and devoid of any nervousness.

It was as if walking into the Langford Medical conference room was the most ordinary thing in the world for her.

And as if he, sitting at the head of the table, was merely another business partner she needed to negotiate with.

Lawrence despised that feeling.

He closed the folder, his tone darkening. "What are you doing here?"

Before Wren could answer, Julian smoothly intervened. "Mr. Langford, Ms. Whitaker is Stellaris Medical's lead technical representative for this round. She will be handling all core parameters and clinical integration protocols moving forward."

Ms. Whitaker.

Hearing those words, the emotion in Lawrence's gaze grew heavier.

In their six years of marriage, he had heard people call her Mrs. Langford, Leo's mother, and Wren.

But he had never heard anyone address her with such casual professional respect.

Ms. Whitaker.

It sounded as if she didn't belong to the Langford family, as if she didn't rely on anyone at all.

She was simply her own person.

Wren didn't avoid his stare.

"If you have any objections to the personnel arrangements, Mr. Langford, you can raise them directly with Stellaris." Her voice was indifferent. "But I recommend reviewing the proposal first. After all, today's meeting is about the project, not personal matters."

Personal matters.

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