All Chapters of Black Coffee With No Sugar: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 51SOMETHING LIKE BEFOREBy the fourth day of Zion's stay on the outskirts of the city, Amy had stopped pretending that his presence didn't affect her.She still didn't trust him completely.That much was clear.There were moments when she caught herself remembering Victoria's words and the image of that kiss, and the old pain returned so sharply that she had to remind herself to breathe.But there were other moments now.Moments she hadn't expected.Like waking in the morning and realizing she was looking forward to seeing him.Or hearing his laughter from the garden and finding herself smiling before she even knew why.Or noticing that he had started drinking his coffee without sugar because he had once complained that Amy's version tasted like syrup.She hadn't asked him to change it.He simply had.Little things.

Amy woke to the sound of rain.It tapped gently against the window, soft enough to blend into the quiet of the morning, but persistent enough to pull her from sleep. For a few seconds she remained still, staring at the ceiling while trying to remember where she was.Then she turned her head.Zion was asleep in the chair beside her bed.A faint smile touched her lips before she could stop it.He had stayed.She remembered asking him not to leave, but she hadn't expected him to actually spend the entire night in that uncomfortable chair. His head had fallen slightly to one side, his sleeves were rolled up, and his usually immaculate appearance had been replaced by something softer and almost boyish.Amy watched him quietly.There had been a time when waking up beside Zion would have irritated her. Everything about him had seemed designed to provoke her—the arrogance, the confidence, the irritating smirk whenever he won an a

The envelope remained on the ground for nearly an hour before anyone noticed it.Amy was upstairs, changing into something more comfortable after dinner, while Zion was in the study reviewing the latest financial records Olivia had sent him. Outside, the quiet outskirts of the city had settled into the stillness that had made Amy's grandmother choose the area in the first place. There were fewer cars, fewer voices, and none of the restless noise of the city centre.But tonight, the quiet felt different.It felt watchful.The housekeeper discovered the envelope while locking the outer gate. She picked it up, glanced at the absence of a name or address, and frowned."Mr. Zion?"Zion looked up from

The sound of footsteps approaching the old Armstrong residence seemed louder than they should have been.Amy stood frozen in her grandfather's study, the handwritten letter still clutched between her fingers. Through the window, she could see three men moving toward the house with deliberate steps. They weren't rushing. They didn't need to.They knew exactly where they were going.Zion moved toward the door and lowered his voice. "We're leaving."Amy looked at him. "But the evidence—""We have the evidence."She looked down at the box on the desk.The documents, the flash drive and her grandfather's letter were all there.