LOGIN"This is beginning to sound suspiciously personal," Elena remarked. "You've never been particularly concerned about what the residents think before. Why the sudden interest in making their lives easier?"Andrew's gaze settled on her. "What are you implying?"Elena exchanged a brief glance with Mr. Harrington before answering. "We've heard you've been spending quite a considerable amount of time with that beta."Andrew's expression remained neutral, although he immediately understood where the conversation was heading."He's the representative of the residents we're negotiating with," another investor added. "Naturally, we're curious about how your relationship with him might be affecting your decisions.""Are you suggesting I can't separate my personal affairs from my responsibilities to this company?""We're suggesting that your change of heart is rather sudden," Elena replied. "You've spent months pursuing the original plan, and now, after reconnecting with someone who opposes it, y
"I'm not asking anyone to throw away their plans. I'm asking us to reconsider how we can implement them."Andrew rested his hands on the table."The development itself isn't being canceled. We're still going to modernize Maplewood and expand its commercial opportunities. What we're reconsidering is whether we need to displace the existing businesses to accomplish that.""And how exactly do you intend to do that?" Mr. Harrington asked, his brows drawing together. "We can't simply squeeze every existing business into the development and expect everything to work.""We won't know what's feasible until we examine the alternatives. Some businesses may be able to remain where they are. Others might be incorporated into the new commercial spaces, provided we can reach suitable arrangements with their owners. We'll have to assess the properties individually."A few investors exchanged doubtful looks, while the others had displeasure written all over their faces. Among them, Mr. Harrington and
A sharp knock on his office's door drew Andrew's attention."Come in," he said after taking his eyes off the reports he was reading.Sally came in, looking serious as usual."Everyone's already in the conference room. They are waiting for you."Andrew nodded. "All right. Then let's get this over with."He stood, straightened his suit, and made his way toward the door.Sally immediately walked beside him, then she asked, "Are you really sure about this, Andrew?""You already know the answer to that, Sally," he replied without even looking at his assistant.Sally sighed. The day had just started, and yet she already looked stressed. And yet the person causing her stress didn't look even the slightest bit nervous about the meeting."This won't be easy. They'll definitely not agree with this."Andrew chuckled. "Relax, Sally. I know what I'm doing. We'll be fine."Andrew knew that Sally wanted to argue with him, but after giving his assistant friend a look that said he could handle things
Raffy was still standing in front of Lance's room, his mind still elsewhere, when the door was suddenly yanked open. He was so surprised by it that he lost his balance.He closed his eyes, already preparing himself for the pain he was going to feel the moment his back would land on the floor. But instead of the hard floor, what he felt was a strong arm wrapped around him before pulling him up to stand again.He opened his eyes and met his savior. Of course, it was Andrew, and he had a worried look on his face."Are you alright?"Their faces were so close, Raffy was already hearing the way Andrew was breathing. He unconsciously bit his lower lip. God, they were so close, and Andrew's body against him felt so warm.Without him even realizing it, Raffy's gaze went down. His eyes set their gaze on Andrew's neck and he spent a couple of minutes just staring at his Adam's apple."That looked good to suck on."Raffy was still focused on Andrew's Adam's apple when a chuckle from Andrew drew h
After taking a final taste test of the dinner he had cooked, Raffy finally turned off the stove. He took off his apron and washed his hands while still murmuring about how much he disliked Andrew's presence inside his home.Yes, the alpha was in their place again, staying for dinner. And another yes, it was because Lance had asked him. Though, this time, Raffy could tell that Andrew had taken advantage of Lance's attachment to him, unlike two days ago, where Andrew had stayed because he genuinely didn't want to disappoint Lance."That asshole! I knew he was only using Lance's attachment to him! What is he going to do next? Betray us? And he still has the nerve to deny it! This is the last time. After tonight, I will talk to Lance, make him understand, and tell Andrew to never set foot in my bookshop and in my home anymore!"After telling that to himself, he then started to prepare the dinner table. Once he was finished, he made his way to his son's room—Lance was showing Andrew his dr
Andrew's fists were clenched so tightly that he already felt his nails dig into the skin of his palms. His gaze darkened as he continued to stare at what was happening inside Raffy's bookshop.His gaze focused on the woman who was shamelessly flirting with Raffy.He gritted his teeth. The longer he stared at the woman, the more he felt like exploding in anger.Who was that woman? She had not appeared in the files that his private investigator had given him when he had asked about Raffy's life after leaving him.Andrew's eyes widened when the woman started touching Raffy's chest. His anger tripled. He knew he was about to snap.Where the fuck does she think she's touching? Raffy is mine! What right does she have to touch what belongs to me? Who the fuck does she think she is? She better take her hands off my man, or I'll fucking cut her fingers one by one and let the worms feed on them!But his thoughts were only his. The two people inside the bookshop didn't hear him. Hell, they didn'
Despite telling himself so many times that he needed to stop thinking too much about Raffy and instead think of what he should be doing for his project to finally start, Andrew couldn't take his mind off of Raffy. Even after busying himself, the moment he wasn't occupied, even if it was only for
“I will be back, Raffy. And I hope that by the time we see each other again, you will have already made the smartest and best decision. And you already know what that is.”Raffy's hold on his fork had tightened as he kept remembering those words Andrew had said before he left.'Who does he think he
Andrew felt like his world had stopped spinning. It's like time has been paused. He was lost for words, and his gaze zeroed in on the man in front of him—the one he had so many memories about and had tried to bury.“Andrew…” he heard Raffy, looking equally shocked, utter.It had been so long since
The present...Raffy grinned, leaning against the counter as he watched and listened to the group of elementary-schoolers arguing over which book was better.One of the four children, a young boy, asked one of the girls, "How did you know that book is better than this one when you haven't even read


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