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Chapter Fifty-Nine: He Met Me Halfway
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2026-07-18 17:28:48
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He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 337: He Came Back to Me
"Taking it back," he said at last, and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands.I waited, because I could tell there was more. He pulled the laptop toward him by the edge, pushed the lid up, and frowned at the screen. "I thought one example was confusing, the one about the Tuesday handoff. So I changed it, and then I changed the sentence before it, and then the sentence before that.""And then?""And then I changed most of it." He let out a breath. "I wanted every answer to sound like mine. That's the honest version."I did not tell him it was good that he had seen it, and I did not tell him what he should do next. I picked up my fork instead. "You promised me an evening," I said. "You left me to cook it, and you told me you were nearly finished for an hour.""Two," he said. "It was two hours. I'm sorry I promised we'd eat at seven and left you waiting. And I'm sorry I kept saying nearly.""Thank you."He opened the document history, found the version she had sent that afternoon,
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 336: He Tried to Do All Of It
"Do you?" I asked. "Trust them?""Yes." He said it quickly, then slowed. "I do. It's just that if something goes wrong in front of the partners, it's still my name on it. I can trust people completely and still not enjoy that.""Then we'll find out on Tuesday."He huffed out half a laugh and pulled me closer, until my head was tucked under his chin. He kissed my temple, and his hand moved slowly up and down my back. The kitchen was warm and quiet, and nothing between us was tense yet.The weekend went by in laundry and a long walk, and a Sunday afternoon spent doing very little on the sofa. By Monday morning, he had promised me a proper evening. He would be home by six, he would cook the recipe he had been circling for a week, and we would eat at seven and walk afterward while it was still light enough.His first message came at ten. Still planning to sit at the back and look interested? I wrote back that I had already picked my chair. Please stop, he replied. I'm trying to concentrat
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 335: I Wanted to Watch Him
"I wasn't asking for a good performance," I said."That's a relief. I was going to book one.""You know what I mean.""I'm not sure I do." He grinned, and I flicked his ear, and he caught my hand and held it against his chest. I let the teasing pass, and then I said what I meant, more slowly. "I want to see the work, Damien. I want the parts that aren't finished too."He looked at me for a moment, then lifted my hand and kissed my knuckles, which was as close as he came to answering. I stayed on his knee for another minute, until the clock above the cooker reminded us both that it was Friday. Then I kissed him properly, tasting coffee, and got up to find my laptop.The call with Grace and Claire started at eleven. We were planning the next training session for site leads, and I had a clear idea of how it should go. I wanted to open with a long shared section covering everything the leads would need, so that nobody walked into the practical work with gaps."I don't think they need it,"
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 334: He Hadn’t Invited Me Yet
"Why are they difficult?" I asked, into his chest. "The questions, I mean."His fingers paused on my arm, then started up again, slow and absent. "Because someone always asks why a decision changed," he said. "And the honest answer is that the people doing the work told me my first plan wouldn't hold.""The overnight handoff.""That one, yes." He yawned, and I felt it rumble under my cheek. "I'd like a better way to say it than 'I was wrong and they were right.'""You could say the plan evolved.""That sounds like something a man says when he's wearing a very expensive jacket."I laughed against him, and he kissed the top of my head. The conversation faded after that, the way they do when two people are warm and very tired. I fell asleep with his hand still moving lightly along my arm.On Friday morning I came into the kitchen to find him at the stove in an old shirt, scrambling eggs with the intense concentration of a man defusing something. He turned when he heard me and looked me o
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 333: My Husband Asked Me Out
The regional visits went the way good ones do, quickly and with more tea than I strictly needed. At the first site the beans had come up in the courtyard, twining up their strings in ragged green rows, and one of the women showed me her section with enormous pride. I took a photograph and sent it to Damien, and he wrote back, Those are serious beans. By Wednesday evening I was home, and he took my bag at the door before I had put it down.On Thursday I stood in front of the wardrobe longer than I would admit. I chose a dark green dress with a low back and a hem that moved when I walked, and a pair of heels I had owned for two years and worn twice. I put on earrings, left my hair loose, and came downstairs a little before seven.Damien was in the hall, checking his cuffs. He looked up, and whatever he had been about to say disappeared from his face. He straightened one cuff, then the other, and cleared his throat."I had a line ready," he said."Did you?""It was a good one." His eyes
He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy Chapter 332: We Didn’t Go Straight Back
I checked the time on the dashboard clock and did the sum in my head. It was a little after half past twelve, which left me an hour and a bit before I needed to be home for Grace. "I'd like that," I said. "But we have to be quick.""There's a place near the office that does a decent sandwich," he said. "It's a ten minute drive.""There's a café across the road from the entrance. I noticed it on the way in, with the chalkboard outside.""That's a hospital café.""It's not in the hospital, it's across from it. It has a green awning and a sign that says soup."He looked at me for a moment, then over at the road, where a green awning sat at the far corner. "A sign that says soup," he repeated, and his mouth twitched. "Fine. You've sold me."We left the car where it was and crossed at the lights. The café was small and warm, with six tables, a counter full of cakes, and a radio playing something old. The only free table was a tiny round one by the window, so cramped that when we sat down o
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