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Chapter 17

Author: Nana A
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-21 17:30:14

Lucien

She said yes.

It wasn’t a grand declaration. Just two words on a screen—One dinner. But they landed like a shot of adrenaline straight to my chest.

I’d been prepared for more distance, more cold stares, more guarded silences. But Isla, ever pragmatic, always led with what mattered. And she was giving me a chance—one dinner, one conversation. I wasn’t going to waste it.

I’d reserved a private table at Vesper, a quiet place tucked behind ivy-covered walls in Tribeca. Not flashy. Not over-the-top. Just… thoughtful. I remembered her favorite wine. I remembered she hated loud restaurants and long menus. I remembered everything.

Because forgetting Isla had never been the problem.

I arrived early. Nerves weren’t a thing I was used to. I’d closed multimillion-dollar deals in less time than it took to choose a tie for tonight. But this wasn’t about control or confidence.

This was about the woman I’d once left behind—and the son she’d raised without me.

When she walked in, I forgot how t
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