ADRIAN’s POV
She storms off and leave the meeting. I expected that of her because I will do same too because even Sitting here I am still In shock I almost get up to go after her but then I remember why I am here and also remember our standing beef and I will definitely be the last person she will want to see or even talk to.
I believe she storming off that means the end of the meeting and although quite a number of them especially these old men do not seem surprised about this clause at all meaning they were the instigators but I wonder why Mr Paige will accept that because I know from my dealings with him that he really loves his daughter and also that he does not want to hurt her so I wonder where this came from. He proceeds to leave the conference room but on his way out he calls onto me to follow and I feel relieved and somehow worried that he has not forgotten about me after all.
We walk together in his elevator and we go to his office but he is quiet all through. When we get to the elevator he asks for me to sit down and he is quiet for a while and I can see the age telling on him already and maybe a hint of sadness too there I know he did not want tointentionally hurt his daughter but he had no choice. I am a very patient man even if they call me ruthless outside but I know what I came here for so I wait for him to be ready.
He then opens his mouth and calls to me. “Adrian I am quite sorry for the little drama that happened there” and frankly you were not supposed to witness that but things happen but luckily they did not get out of hand. I just reply and tell him that it is fine and we can move past It. But then he goes ahead to say that he does not want to really hurt his daughter that he hopes she will forgive him and see reasons with him that the clause has been there since but he did not tell her because he thought she was going to get married to Brian and I almost throw up in my mouth at the mention of that scumbags name it takes me so much will not to respond and call out what an asshole Brian is. He also goes ahead to say he wishes they can come back so they can get married and then the clause thing will be of the past. come back so they can get married and then the clause thing will be of the past.
He then faces me and goes on to ask what about our collaboration that Let us Talk about it now but when I open my mouth I can not believe the words that came out myself because instead of me speaking of the partnership I go ahead and say “What if I marry Christine?” The man in front me just takes off his glasses and looks at me like he has never seen me before or that I have grown two heads. But instead I still go ahead to say that it will not be so much of a bad idea that we can leave it as a contract marriage till the inheritance and I know for a fact that he wants his daughter to get it and not to some outsider. I propose how it is not so bad as my mom has been pestering me to get married too and in particular she has been hinting on Christine too as it will help fufil both our wishes and I know that asides Brian there is no other person there that she can suddenly bring out of the blue to get married to.He takes a deep breath and says to me “You know she hates you right? And will never agree to this ” And I actually flinch at that but not visibly but I regain my composure and tell him I know of that. He then proceeds to say that his daughter is one who wants to marry someone who loves her and will Love for the rest of their lives and i respond to say I know of this already. And then I proceed to say to him which is not more than the truth that I have always admired his daughter and sometimes even underneath all the beef I have always found her beautiful and he just looks at me real hard. As he is about to respond his door opens and she walks in and this cut our conversation and I know she must be wondering what it is. But I decide to walk out and leave the balance of the conversation and while I pass by her I notice once more of her beautiful she is but she just stares at me blankly and I know she is expecting to say something but she is surprised for the second time today when I say nothing to her and just walk.
I head into the elevator and i pause for a while to think what actually came over me to propose that. Except that fact she hates me If she knows the secret I hold to my heart it will be a recipe for disaster. I just brush it off and walk away but on my way out of the company. I hear a very loud voice screaming WHAT!!.
Chapter seventyChristine’s POVChristine woke to sunlight spilling through the curtains, soft and warm against her face. For a moment, she lingered in the quiet of the room, listening to the faint hum of the city outside. Her thoughts wandered immediately to yesterday, to the office incident with Adrian’s cousin, and she felt a mixture of amusement, embarrassment, and relief.The jealousy she had felt had burned so sharply she couldn’t deny it, but now, in hindsight, it seemed almost ridiculous. Yet she couldn’t deny it had revealed something important how much she cared, how deeply her emotions were entangled with Adrian. She sat up, letting the warmth of the morning seep into her bones, and smiled faintly. Trust wasn’t something she could force, she realized, but it could grow, slowly, through small steps and honest moments.The sound of Adrian moving about the bedroom caught her attention. He appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee, hair slightly tousled, suit jacket slung ca
Chapter sixty nine Christine’s POVChristine walked through the sliding glass doors of DreamSpace, taking in the quiet hum of activity that always seemed to cling to the building. The soft tapping of keyboards, the occasional laugh of a colleague, the murmur of business calls it was familiar, comforting, almost like its own rhythm that grounded her when thoughts of Adrian threatened to pull her away into uncertainty. She shook her head slightly, trying to push it aside. She had spent the morning thinking about yesterday, about the small, quiet evening and next morning they had shared after he came back from his mother’s place.That morning had been simple, calm, and yet something about it lingered. There was trust there, however tentative, and she realized she had missed seeing that side of Adrian, gentle, approachable. She smiled faintly at the thought, only to feel the familiar twinge of unease that always followed. Trust was easy to talk about, but harder to hold. One moment of do
Chapter sixty eightChristine’s POVChristine sat on the edge of the sofa, her fingers absently tracing the end of the fabric of her dress as she let her mind wander back to the events of the evening. Adrian had defended her, standing firm when others had questioned or undermined her. She could still hear the strength in his voice, the way his words left no room for debate, the subtle intensity in his gaze that made the world shrink around her and made her feel protected. Relief had surged through her then, almost like a physical force pressing the tension out of her body. It felt different. Felt good being protected like that.Yet now, in the quiet of their home, Christine felt a complicated knot of emotions. Was it gratitude , admiration, lingering doubt, lust or even a touch of fear all mingled together. She had always been cautious, never one to surrender trust easily, but Adrian had a way of making her question even the most deeply held reservations. Could she really believe
Chapter sixty sevenAdrian’s POVAdrian hadn’t expected the message waiting for him the moment he touched down New York from Chicago.It was from his mother. Short. Direct her usual style. “Come home to see me. Alone.”He knew what that meant. His mother never wasted words when she wanted to talk about something serious. Christine had barely gone upstairs to rest after the trip when Adrian told her he had to step out for a while. He didn’t explain where. She hadn’t asked. There was still a fragile distance between them, even after Chicago, even after the way she had looked at him that night at the banquet.Now he was sitting in the small sitting room of his mother’s house, the same one he had grown up in. The smell of her garden still filled the air. The shadow of the sunlight fell across the table, and for a moment he almost felt like a boy again, nervous, waiting for her to speak.She poured him tea, her hands steady, her silver hair pinned neatly back. She smiled at him, but her
Chapter sixty six Christine’s POVThe next morning came too fast. I hadn’t slept much. My body felt heavy, like I had been carrying rocks in my chest all night. Every time I closed my eyes, the same images came back the heat of Adrian’s hands, the weight of his body pressed against mine, the way my breath had hitched when he whispered my name.And then the morning after.I had woken up and slipped out of the bed like a thief, afraid of what it meant if I stayed. I couldn’t even look at him. I had told myself I was only protecting my pride. But now, as sunlight spilled through the hotel curtains, I knew the truth I was terrified. Terrified of how much power he suddenly had over me. Terrified that my heart was beginning to soften when I couldn’t afford to let it. This felt so real and i wasn’t ready.By the time evening came, I was still unsettled. My head hurt, my chest felt tight. But I couldn’t stay hidden in the hotel forever. There was a banquet that night an important one that w
CHAPTER SIXTY FIVEAdrian’s POVThe first thing I notice when I wake is the cold.The sheets beside me are empty, the warmth gone.I open my eyes slowly, my chest heavy. For a moment, I try to convince myself that she’s just in the bathroom, that I’ll hear water running, that she’ll come back and slide under the covers. But the silence in the room tells me everything. She left. What was I even expecting? Last night was probably an accident.I sit up, staring at the space where she’d been. The memory of her still lingers her scent, faint on the pillow, the small curve of her body tucked against me hours ago.It happened.It was real.But now, she’s gone.My hand drags through my hair as the memories of last night replay, sharper with every second. Christine had been warm, alive, trembling in my arms. She’d looked at me with eyes that weren’t full of hate for once, eyes that held something else something raw.And then she’d let go.She’d let me in.I can still hear her voice whispering