Chapter 261: Felix Moreau's Voice Cut Through the Night Air with Startling Clarity

"Everyone in the lab orbits around Clara Whitmore, but my eyes only follow you. Let me be your anchor, okay?"

Felix Moreau's voice cut through the night air with startling clarity.

His pulse hammered against his ribs as he studied Celia Monroe's profile.

From the moment she'd first stepped into the laboratory, she'd ensnared him. A wildfire of brilliance, she burned brighter than any rule-follower like him ever could.

Twelve months of pursuit.

Tonight, he'd try once more.

Celia's fingers twisted the hem of her blouse.

This wasn't genuine affection. She recognized the unspoken threat—comply, or face exposure for what she'd done.

Losing her position wasn't an option.

"I accept."

Felix blinked, then beamed. "Truly? Celia, I swear I'll protect you with my life!"

He seized her hands, blind to the ice in her gaze.

* * *

At the late-night diner, Felix practically glowed as he led Celia back to their group.

"We're together!" he announced.

Elise Warren arched an eyebrow. "Finally caught your beauty, eh?"

Theo Marsh grinned, punching Felix's shoulder. "You sly dog!"

Clara offered a sincere smile. "Congratulations."

Elias Mercer's lips curved. "Boss, two more dishes—my treat."

Celia scrutinized Elias's expression.

That effortless smile. Those genuine well-wishes. The last ember of hope in her chest flickered out.

* * *

Midnight approached.

As the group dispersed, Clara suggested walking home.

Moonlight stretched their shadows long across the pavement.