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Chapter Two Hundred
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No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Four Hundred
Celeste’s POVMolly fell asleep with her fingers curled into the hem of my sleeve, breath soft and even, lashes fanned against her cheeks.I kissed her forehead, tucked the blanket up, and whispered goodnight.Then I waited.I changed into something soft. I tidied the kitchen without really cleaning it. I checked my phone once, twice, three times, telling myself not to count the minutes because that way lay disappointment. Ryan had said he'd come after work. He didn’t say when. Lately, I'd learned to live inside those margins.Still, tonight had felt different. He'd sounded… intent, when he had texted. Like there was something he wanted to say.I sat on the couch with my knees pulled up, rehearsing my own words. Grace. The spare room.I wanted to tell Ryan before it became a surprise. I wanted him to hear it from me, framed with care.The door clicked open a little past ten.I was on my feet before I realized it, heart doing that foolish little lift it always did. Ryan stepped inside,
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Nine
Ryan’s POVThere’s a particular kind of exhaustion that doesn’t come from lack of sleep, but from lack of presence.I’d been running on caffeine and adrenaline for weeks, Aurora timelines accelerating, Rosemary stabilizing but still fragile, investors circling like hawks who smelled blood and opportunity at the same time.My calendar looked full. My days were productive.And yet, when I lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling of an apartment that felt too quiet for a man who supposedly had everything he wanted, the only thing I could think about was how little time I was actually spending with Celeste.We worked in the same building. Sometimes even the same room.And still, I missed her.I’d catch glimpses of her in the corridor, hair pulled back, phone wedged between shoulder and ear, brow furrowed in that way that meant she was holding the weight of ten decisions at once.Or I’d see her from across the atelier floor, laughing softly with Grace or Jenny, and something in my chest
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Eight
Celeste’s POVGrace came over in the late afternoon, when the light in my apartment softened into something forgiving.The city outside my windows looked almost gentle then, washed in pale gold, edges blurred, like it wasn’t capable of cruelty. I wished people worked the same way.She stood in the doorway for a second too long, hand still on the frame, as if she wasn’t sure she was allowed inside anymore.“Come in,” I said gently. “You don’t need permission.”She smiled at that, small and tired, and stepped in.Grace looked better than she had a week ago. Not well, not healed, but steadier. Her hair was pulled back instead of hiding her face. She wasn’t shaking. That alone felt like a victory.We sat on the couch, knees angled toward each other out of habit. It struck me how natural it still felt, how little muscle memory fades when something was once home.“I was thinking,” I began, choosing my words carefully, “about your living situation.”Her shoulders stiffened. “I’m fine where I
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Seven
Celeste’s POVThe tablet rested against a stack of design books on my kitchen counter, propped at just the right angle so Molly could see the screen clearly.Vivian’s face flickered into focus a second later, Belgium light behind her, pale and elegant, her hair pulled back in that effortless way that always made me think she had been born knowing how to exist in rooms I still sometimes felt I had to earn.“Molly!” Vivian exclaimed.Molly squealed and climbed onto the stool, chin barely clearing the counter. “Mama Celeste! It’s Mommy!”Vivian laughed softly. “Hi, sweetheart. You look bigger every time I see you.”“I’m six and a half now,” Molly said very seriously. “And I lost two teeth.”Vivian leaned closer to the screen, delight warming her eyes. “Two? Already? I missed that.”Molly launched into an enthusiastic explanation involving apples, a playground bar, and a friend named Leo who apparently screamed louder than she did. I stayed just out of frame, wiping my hands on a towel, li
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Six
Celeste’s POVI woke up lighter than I had in days.Ryan’s arm had been draped across my waist when the morning light crept in, his breathing slow and even against my shoulder. We’d made love sometime after midnight, quietly, tenderly, as if neither of us wanted to spook the fragile peace we’d found, and then fallen asleep tangled together, skin warm, hearts steadier than they’d been in weeks.I wasn’t angry at him anymore. Not really.But there was a small ache beneath the calm. A want. A need to be told. To not sit on a couch watching food go cold, wondering if I mattered enough to warrant a text.I kissed his shoulder before slipping out of bed, careful not to wake him. He looked exhausted even in sleep. That softened me.By the time I drove to my mother’s house, the city felt almost kind. I rolled the windows down, let the air move through me, let the thoughts settle into something manageable.Claire’s house smelled like cardamom and onions when I walked in, comforting, grounding.
No Way to Win Me Back Chapter Three Hundred and Ninety-Five
Ryan’s POVBy the time I clocked out of Rosemary, the sun was already slipping behind the buildings, turning the glass and steel of the city into a bruise-colored reflection of my own exhaustion.I didn’t go home.I went straight to Aurora.Their head office didn’t look like a newborn company. That was the first thing anyone would get wrong about them. There was no chaos, no scramble, no provisional energy. Aurora moved like an entity that had been breathing for years, quiet, controlled, deliberate. Jewelry cases lit with museum precision.Workbenches staffed by people whose hands didn’t shake, even under scrutiny. White-gloved assistants carrying trays of stones worth more than most people’s homes.Jewelry companies always tell you who they are by how they treat their materials. Aurora treated theirs like they were already legacy.I dropped my bag beside the conference table and immediately got pulled into it, numbers, supply routes, investor calls, sketches spread across polished sto
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