Chapter 575
Chapter 575:
Much later, when she thought back on it, she realized that after spending so long living under the same roof as Lyman — constantly resisting him in her thoughts — agreeing to attend that gathering, one entirely unrelated to their usual world, turned out to be the luckiest choice she could have made.
The physics symposium had ties to Lyman’s company, which operated in related sectors and had therefore received an official invitation. The occasion called for restraint rather than flamboyance, and the participants carried none of the sharp commercial air commonly seen at business gatherings.
Kailey chose a tailored suit with clean lines. The subtle structure at the waist highlighted her curves without appearing showy.
As she entered the venue alongside Lyman, several attendees stepped forward to greet him.
She remarked casually, “You seem to be quite influential in academic circles p>
That was not his only unexpected talent. He also had a keen eye for photography — back when she and Kyson were getting married, their wedding photos had nearly been shot by him.
𝘈𝗰𝘁𝗂𝘷e 𝗰𝗈𝗺𝗆𝘶𝗇і𝘁𝘺 𝗈𝗇 ѕ.𝖼o𝗺
Lyman kept one hand tucked into his pocket, slowing his pace to match hers. He angled his head slightly, his voice low and steady. “Everyone here has made meaningful contributions. If there’s anyone you’re interested in meeting, tell me and I’ll arrange an introduction p>
“Why would I need to meet anyone p>
“Connections create options p>
“Okay p>
Physics was not her field. She could not imagine any road there that she needed to walk. Feeling that the distance between them had grown uncomfortably small, she subtly shifted half a step away.
Lyman noticed the movement. The light in his eyes dimmed faintly.
The registration area was busy yet well-organized, the atmosphere filled with quiet confidence and academic rigor.
“Mr. Vasquez.” A cheerful voice called out.
Kailey looked up instinctively, surprised by what she saw.
The man had silver at his temples. His bearing was refined and scholarly, and though he was clearly older than Lyman, he addressed him with respectful warmth. Lyman smiled and offered his hand. “Mr. Calderon p>
“There’s no need to be so formal.” Merritt’s smile deepened, the corners of his eyes creasing. “We last met in Fustrewana — two years already. I never thought we would cross paths here, and I certainly didn’t expect you to attend today p>
Under ordinary circumstances, Lyman would not have entertained such conversation. Today, however, he responded with unexpected warmth. “Time passes quickly. Send me your schedule. I’d like to host you properly p>
Was Lyman actually engaging socially? Kailey stared at him, momentarily stunned.
Only then did Merritt notice the young woman at his side. He asked with mild curiosity, “And who might this be p>
Worried that Lyman might say something outrageous, Kailey smiled first. “Hello. I’m Kailey p>
“Very nice to meet you p>
Merritt’s eyes flicked between them, his smile taking on a knowing undertone. He had never seen a woman beside Lyman before — that alone suggested her importance.
At that moment, a staff member offered a pen. Kailey had no intention of signing anything, but both men had already taken theirs. Her eyes drifted to the name written on the form.
Merritt Calderon.
Her pupils contracted sharply. For two full seconds, she forgot how to breathe.