I Catfished a Billionaire Using My Bully’s Photo Chapter 02

I Catfished a Billionaire Using My Bully’s Photo Chapter 02

The secretary saw what happened and immediately moved to pick up the cufflink.

Ethan raised a hand, stopping him — casual, unhurried.

Talia blinked, like something had just clicked.

She quickly bent down, scooped it up, and held it out to him, her cheeks flushing pink.

“Mr. Shaw, you dropped something…”

Ethan didn’t take it right away.

Instead, he lowered his gaze and took two slow steps toward her.

I was standing closest to Talia.

As he got nearer, a subtle fragrance drifted into the air — fir and citrus, crisp and cool, with a faint warmth underneath.

I knew that scent all too well.

It was the anniversary gift I’d picked out for him — our one-year online.

I’d spent hours going from counter to counter, testing scent after scent before I finally chose that one.

I pressed my lips together and stole a sideways glance, careful not to move.

Ethan was staring at the top of Talia’s head like no one else existed.

Beneath that calm surface, emotions were churning — the joy of finding something he thought he’d lost, the rush of a reunion long overdue, and a trace of hurt.

The hurt of being abandoned.

Talia had been holding her hand out for a while with no response from the man in front of her.

She couldn’t help but whisper, “Mr. Shaw?”

That seemed to snap him back to reality.

He cleared his throat, took the cufflink without a flicker of expression, and said, “Thanks.”

He paused.

His fingertips grazed her palm — light, almost imperceptible.

Then he added, voice quieter, “Talia.”

There was the faintest catch in his voice.

Talia’s face went crimson.

“Yes, that’s me — I’m Talia. Mr. Shaw…”

Ethan went silent for a few seconds.

Then he just stared at her face.

For a full five minutes.

Finally, he turned and walked away, reluctant, like he was dragging himself out of the room.

Only then did I dare breathe again.

I touched my back — my shirt was soaked with cold sweat.

I collapsed into my chair, stared at nothing for a long moment, then pulled out my phone and searched his name.

A stream of finance headlines with his name attached filled the screen.

I sucked in a sharp breath.