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The penthouse door shuts harder than I intend, and the sound echoes through the house before I even register it. At first, I just stand there for that second, the shopping bags still in my hand, staring at nothing in particular as I try to get my breathing back under control. It doesn’t work. Because Laura’s voice is still in my head. She used to tell Nathaniel they should have a child, but he said no. And now she’s asking why mine. At the thought, my grip around the shopping bag tightens, and I take in a deep breath, then step fully inside the house. Nathaniel is already there. Of course he is. As if he can feel my presence, he looks up immediately just as I drop the shipping bags on the couches. I feel his gaze focused solely on me, and I can tell her has questions. As expected, he asks. “Bad day?” “No,” I reply instantly. He gets up from the dinning seat, abandoning his laptop to walk closer to me, his brows pulled into that confused frown. “What did you get?” “Clothe
The mall is busier than I expected for a weekday morning. It’s not packed with people, though. Just busy with people moving between stores, hands full of bags, talking on phones or talking directly to each other. Basically everyone existing in their separate worlds. And I like it like that. Adjusting the strap of my bag, I keep walking. Today is supposed to be a very simple day, and I’m here for two things — clothes for me and Theo. It shouldn’t be more complicated than that, and that’s not what’s on my mind as I move between rows in the female section, looking for something like that. It’s Laurent’s voice from when he called me this morning. Yeah, not surprisingly, I’m not finished with all I have to do. The custody case is still hanging over my head, and the hearing is in a day time. But luckily for me, when Laurent called, he’d confirmed that the CCTV footage that was sent to him on that morning was real. Not that I didn’t know already, given Nathaniel is the one b
Dinner is over. As usual, Theo is the first person to finish, and he pushes his chair back, standing up. “I’m finished.” Nathaniel glances up as he settles his fork in his empty plate. “Brush your teeth before going to bed.” Theo lets out a long, suffering sigh, like he’s being asked to climb a mountain instead of walk ten feet to a bathroom. "I knew you were going to say that,” he drawls out, sounding lazily tired. Nathaniel, though, doesn’t give in to his shenanigans. His face is calm, voice even when he replies. “That's because I always do Theo mutters something under his breath before heading down the hallway, and a few seconds later, his bedroom door closes, leaving the penthouse in total silence. Without a word, I get up just as Nathaniel coincidentally does, and begun gathering the plates, only for him to reach for the stack in my hands. “I’ve got it.” "I know,” I say. "Then why are you still holding them?" He asks, lifting a brow. "Because I'm helping,” I shrug
The smell of food hits me before I even reach the dining room. At first, I stand a few feet close to the table, lost in my thoughts from how… amazed I still am. It’s not because it feels strange watching the house like this, and neither is it because of the food. It’s the peace in the whole space. The penthouse is quiet, unlike the way it always is these days. There are no phone calls from any lawyer, no arguments, and certainly no Jonathan Ellis trying to ruin my life. Just home. Pushing the thoughts away as I snap myself back to reality, I step fully into the dinning area. Theo lifts his head from whatever he’s tracing his fingers on, on the table, a grin splitting his lip. “Finally." I blink. “Excuse me?" "You took forever." A laugh escapes me as I take the seat beside him. “I took a shower." "It was a very long shower." Just as I open my mouth to answer, Nathaniel walks out the kitchen, holding a tray of food. He smiles when his gaze falls on me as he drops the tray
Nathaniel and I are leaving. In the rear view mirror, the townhouse grows smaller the farther we drive away, but I keep watching it anyway. Even after we turn the corner. Only after it disappears completely do I blink, then let out a small exhale. For some reason, I had expected to feel something bigger. I had expected to feel something dramatic or some overwhelming realization. But all I feel is a strange kind of quiet that makes the ache in my chest dissipate, leaving nothing but ease. As we pull into the main road, Nathaniel says nothing to me, and neither do I. However, I can feel his gaze as he turns to look at me time to time, though my own attention is on the city, the afternoon traffic, pedestrians crossing interceptions, and cars moving in every direction. Life just continues normally as though mine hasn’t spent the last few months being disrupted repeatedly. Eventually, Nathaniel glances toward me and asks. “Are you okay?” I look out the window. “I think so."
Less than forty minutes later, we arrive at the property. It’s a townhouse tucked into a quiet street lined with old trees. Unlike the other properties that belong to her, nothing about it screams wealth or status. It looks… modest and good, like a type of place anyone would come to whenever they wanted a break from the world. The moment we step out of the car, we find an older woman with silver hair and green eyes waiting outside the building. When she notices us, she begins to walk towards us just as we do too. “Good afternoon,” Nathaniel says. “Laurent gave us the—““Oh, you are the daughter,” she says to me, interrupting me. When I nod, she continues. “It’s great to meet you.”I glance at Nathaniel awkwardly, then nod at her. “Likewise.”“I’ll take you in,” is all she says, then turns towards the building again, She unlocks the door and pushes it open, gesturing for us to enter with a smile on her face, and we do. Only for me to come to a halt by the entrance. And gosh, it
“Adrian has been granted bail.”The moment the words reach my ears, I freeze for a second, the kitchen cabinet door staying open in my hand. At first, I don’t turn. I just stand there, staring at the row of mugs like I’ve forgotten what I came here for.Then I do.The movement is too quick that my
I can’t take my eyes off Nathaniel. His hands are slipped into his pants pockets, his calm gaze fixed on Adrian, and before any of us can say a word, he begins to walk toward us slowly.The moment he stops right beside me, the warmth from his figure making the air feel suddenly heavy, he meets Adr
The elevator is quiet. It’s not that empty kind of quietness, but rather the type that presses in uncomfortably, settles under your skin, and makes you aware of things you would rather ignore. Like how close to me Nathaniel Hale Monroe is standing. He’s not touching me though, but he’s not standi
The station feels colder than I expect it to be. Not only in temperature, but also in feeling. It’s obvious that in a place like this, you have no one to save you, and the chilling, frightening atmosphere of the building is a proof of that. It’s late in the evening, and just as the lawyer said ea







