Married to My Brother’s Best friend のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

As we take a turn into the garden, my eyes land on a figure crouched on the ground, seemingly lost in the moment as they sniff the vibrant flowers. “Who’s that?” Clark asks, his curiosity piqued as he also notices the person, though we can only see their back, making it difficult to identify them.No response comes from the strange figure, and it becomes clear that they can’t hear us over whatever music is playing through their earphones. “It seems the person has earphones in,” I say, pointing out the small wires that lead to a phone resting on the grass beside them.“Excuse me,” Clark calls out as we walk closer, but still, there’s no reaction. The figure remains engrossed in the flowers, and with each step we take, I start to notice familiar traits. The way they crouch, the cascade of hair that falls over their shoulder—it’s starting to look more and more like Alice. Once we are less than a foot away, my suspicions are confirmed as I catch a glimpse of her face, a mix of surprise a

“The lawyer is here,” Clark says, gently tapping me as I’m nestled comfortably against him. I blink a few times, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep. “Hmmm, okay,” I reply, sitting upright and stretching slightly, the warmth of the moment still lingering.“It’s funny how you immediately dozed off after the movie,” he chuckles, helping me to my feet with a playful grin. I can’t help but smile back, “I guess I was tired,” I admit, leaning against him as he slips his arm around my waist, grounding me.He smirks, “Well, even if you’re tired, you should prevent breaking your neck,” he states, guiding us down the stairs with a careful ease. “My neck?” I ask, a hint of confusion colouring my voice as I try to piece together his words.He laughs lightly, “Well, if I wasn’t with you on the sofa, you would have fallen down and hurt yourself with the way you kept bobbing your head as you dozed off.” I can’t help but giggle at the image he paints, and I turn to kiss him softly. “Well, than

I hear a gentle knock on the door to my room, the sound echoing softly in the stillness of the night. Clark and I exchange curious glances, both of us wondering who could possibly be at the door at this late hour. “Who’s that?” I ask, slipping on my robe, the fabric brushing against my skin as I feel a mix of anticipation and unease at the sound of another knock.“I’m coming!” I call out, my voice tinged with slight frustration at the persistent knocking. As I open the door, my breath catches in surprise at the sight of Alice standing there in her pyjamas, her hair tousled and eyes wide with concern. “Alice!” I exclaim, taken aback by her unexpected visit.“Is everything alright?” I ask, instinctively closing the door just enough to keep it ajar, allowing Clark to listen in on our conversation without intruding. Alice nods, wrapping her arms around herself as if trying to shield against the chill of the night. “Good evening, Lara. Sorry to disturb you,” she replies, her gaze flickerin

Lara’s POV“There’s someone here to see you,” Alice says, her voice breaking through the quiet hum of the office as she steps in, a hint of curiosity in her eyes. I lift my gaze from the laptop screen, momentarily distracted from the barrage of emails and documents that have consumed my morning. “Who’s that?” I inquire, my brow raising slightly as I shift my focus from the door to her.“It’s the lawyer,” she replies, her smile brightening the otherwise mundane atmosphere. “He’s here to discuss the progress of the case.” Her tone is light, but I can sense the underlying tension that always accompanies legal matters. “Can I let him in?” she asks, tilting her head slightly as if gauging my reaction. “Yes, please,” I respond, rising to my feet with a sense of anticipation as I make my way toward the lounge area, my mind racing with thoughts about the case.“Good afternoon, Mr. Elvis,” I say, extending my hand for a firm handshake, my professional demeanour kicking in. He meets my gaze wi

“Don’t you think it’s a bit strange that Evan hasn’t tried to breach the restraining order?” I say to Alice, who is seated opposite me on the sofa, her body language tense as she fidgets with the hem of her sweater. “I’m not sure what you mean by that,” she replies, her voice a bit on edge, betraying her anxiety about the situation. I offer a reassuring smile, hoping to ease the tension hanging in the air. “Well, it’s been a month since we got the restraining order against your ex-boyfriend, so I’m quite surprised there’s been no breach. You’d think he’d at least try something, given how unpredictable he can be,” I say, my tone light yet serious, trying to convey my concern without adding to her anxiety. I watch her closely, hoping my words can help her process the situation and feel a little more secure.“I mean, from how you described him, I expected him to retaliate, but there’s nothing of that sort,” I say softly, trying to gauge her reaction. Alice shrugs, her demeanour surpris