ログインI stared at her.“What could an environmental restoration project possibly have to do with Grandfather?”My mother glanced toward the photographs. “Your grandfather made decisions about the Ashworth coastal properties long before you inherited this company. Some of those decisions were never properly examined.”“Are you saying something happened there?”“I'm saying you don't know enough about their history to understand what you're getting yourself into.”“Then tell me.”“Some matters were settled a long time ago. Digging them up won't necessarily help the family.”“Or perhaps someone doesn't want them brought to light.”Her eyes snapped back to mine. “Be careful, Caleste.”“Does Lucien know something about those properties? Is that why he's interfering with Reef and Reclaim?”She looked away, but I wasn't willing to let the subject drop. “You've told me enough to make it clear there's something I'm not being told. If those properties are connected to what Lucien is doing, I need to u
“There is nothing wrong with my son,” Sam's mother said, her voice losing its warmth.My mother gave a quiet, humorless laugh. “That is precisely why I would prefer to discuss this with my daughter privately.”“Then perhaps you should have arranged a private meeting instead of arriving unannounced and making accusations,” Sam's father replied.My mother's expression tightened. “I don't believe this concerns either of you.”“It concerns us when you speak to our daughter-in-law as though she's done something shameful,” Sam's mother said.I glanced at her. She had put her phone aside, and the warmth that had filled her face earlier had given way to quiet determination. She wasn't trying to overpower my mother. She simply refused to let me be treated that way in front of her.“Mom, it's all right,” I said quietly.She looked at me, clearly unconvinced.My mother seized the opportunity. “Caleste, I came here to discuss something important. I don't intend to have this conversation in front o
The room fell silent. Sam's mother lowered her phone, the smile disappearing from her face. His father straightened in his seat, watching my mother with quiet concern.Sam remained by the entrance, his expression changing as he looked from my mother to me.“Excuse me,” his mother said, her voice polite but noticeably cooler. “I'm afraid I don't understand. What exactly do you mean?”My mother turned toward her, seemingly only then remembering that she wasn't speaking to me in private.“I was addressing my daughter.”“And she's here with us,” Sam replied, closing the door behind him. The amusement that had accompanied him through lunch was gone. “If there's something you need to discuss with her, perhaps you could explain it without speaking to her that way.”My mother looked Sam over, taking in his appearance with barely concealed disapproval before her gaze shifted to the wedding portrait behind us.“So you're Sam,” she said, as though confirming something she had already judged.“I a
His hand stopped halfway to his glass. I turned toward Sam. He was already looking at me, a faint tension in his expression suggesting he knew his mother had no intention of letting the question go.His mother leaned forward, waiting.“Well?” she prompted. “Have you two settled into the same bedroom yet?”Sam put his glass down. “Mom, we've only just started arranging the apartment.”“That wasn't what I asked.”“I know.”His father laughed quietly into his drink. I kept my attention on my plate, hoping Sam could find a way to steer the conversation elsewhere before his mother made things even more uncomfortable.Judging by her amused expression, she was enjoying our predicament.“Oh, come on. You're newlyweds. You should be inseparable by now. Sharing a bedroom is a must, isn't it?”I nearly choked on my drink.“Mom,” Sam warned.“What? I'm only saying it's perfectly normal for a husband and wife to share a room.” She turned to me with an encouraging smile. “You are sharing a room, are
Once everyone had settled in the living room, Sam's mother began asking about our honeymoon. She wanted to know which places we'd visited, what we'd enjoyed most, and whether we'd had enough time to relax.Sam answered most of her questions, occasionally glancing at me when he needed a detail I might remember better. I filled in the gaps, careful not to make our trip sound like a business itinerary. Talking about the places we'd visited was easy enough. It was the more personal questions that made me increasingly aware of the wedding ring on my finger.“And now you're both back to work,” his father said. “You must be exhausted.”“It was a good trip,” Sam replied. “We had time to rest.”His mother gave him a knowing smile. “I'm glad. I made sure you had enough time away from work for a reason.”I paused with my glass halfway to my lips.Sam looked at her. “Did you?”“Of course. A honeymoon is supposed to be special.” Her gaze moved between us, her smile growing. “And I was rather hopin
By nine the next morning, Sam had brought three bags of clothes into my apartment and somehow managed to claim a portion of my wardrobe and one of the bathroom drawers.I stood in the bedroom doorway, watching him arrange another stack of shirts on the shelf. “Are you planning to move in, or take over?”He glanced at me, clearly amused. “I thought we agreed to share the space.”“We agreed to make it look as though we live together. There's a difference.”“Not one my mother is likely to appreciate.”I folded my arms as he pushed the shirts into place. “Your mother isn't going to inspect my wardrobe.”“She might.”“Then she'll discover that her son owns more shirts than any reasonable person needs.”Sam laughed, zipped up the empty bag, and carried it toward the living room. “I'll try to keep the rest of my things out of your way.”“See that you do. I haven't offered you the entire apartment.”“Noted.”He set the bag beside the others, in the space we'd agreed to leave for his belongings







