"So what do you say—are you going to help me or not?"
Liam leaned back into the chair, letting his body sink into the cushions as a soft sigh escaped his lips.
One hand dropped onto the armrest while the other slowly stroked along the line of his jaw, his fingers moving thoughtfully as his gaze drifted toward the ceiling, lost in contemplation.
"Normally, I'd ask for time to think it through," he began, his voice calm but edged with quiet resolve.
"Something like this—something that directly affects my name, my reputation... it's not a decision I'd usually make on the spot."
He paused, the faint trace of a smirk playing on his lips as he turned his eyes toward her.
"But maybe it's time I stop hiding in the shadows. Maybe it's time I remind everyone that I'm still alive."
A quiet confidence settled over his features as he straightened a little in his seat.
