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Chapter 52: The Red Dress
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Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 59: The Diner
Juno's POV"She asked me about the tea," Grant said.He was standing in the dark hall outside my door, still in his dinner jacket, with his tie hanging open. I had heard him come up the back stairs, two at a time, and I had opened the door before he could knock, because a knock at that hour would wake Sloane.I pulled my robe tighter. I had taken the red dress off the minute my door closed and left it on the bathroom floor."Who asked you?""My mother. On the stairs, just now." He kept his voice down. The only light was the streetlamp at the end of the hall. "Sloane told her tonight. She saw you pour your cup into the orchid on Christmas Day. My mother asked me if I knew why."My heart was beating so hard I was afraid he could hear it."What did you tell her?""I said you hate ginger."I looked at him.It was the lie I had told him at that same table on Christmas Day. I don't like ginger. He hadn't believed it then. I had watched him not believe it. And tonight, with his mother standi
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Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 55: Served at Breakfast
Juno's POVRonan had opened my email. He hadn't answered it.On Sunday night, I sat on the bathroom floor again with the water running in the bath and the burner in my hand and read the line under my email for the tenth time.Delivered. Opened one minute later.One minute. Wherever he was, he had picked up his phone as soon as it buzzed. Then he had read my email about the loan on page one hundred and twelve and put the phone down again and sent nothing back. Not a question. Not a thank you. Not one more ugly line.I had spent all of Saturday night on this floor, reading his message.You're in his house. I hope he's worth it.I had wanted to write back so badly that my hands shook. He isn't. He never was. I'm here because his mother has my mother's name in her safe. I had typed the first two words and deleted them. If I told Ronan why I was in this house, Margaret had promised me, the confession would be in the newspaper that same day. And Ronan was not a man who would hear something
Too Late, Mr. Ellison: The Wife Who Built His Empire Chapter 54: Biscuit
Ronan's POVI wanted my message back the second I sent it.Ronan Sayer: You're in his house. I hope he's worth it.There is no way to take back an email once it has gone. The message sat at the top of my sent folder, already on its way to the burner in her pocket.I put the phone face down on my desk and opened the top drawer.The page was in there. Page five of the Calder Street contract, clause eleven circled in red so hard the pen had torn through. On the morning after the party I had swept up the glass from my floor, every piece, and found the page lying in the middle of it with one corner ripped and a footprint on it. Mine. I should have thrown it out with the glass. I had put it in this drawer instead, and I didn't know why, and I hadn't looked at it since.I looked at it now. Then I shut the drawer.Dominic's reports were still open on my laptop. I hadn't answered one of them in two weeks, but I had read every word, most of them twice.Dominic, Halvorsen Security: Sat Dec 12. M
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