All Chapters of Chasing my Bestfriend × Lover: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

DAMIEN'S POVI stood by Adrian’s room door, a weight pressing on my chest that felt heavier than any stone. A whole week had passed since Adrian had finally opened his eyes, a week since the words had burned into my mind: “Don’t let him in.” That single line, spoken with a quiet firmness, had been a sentence for my soul. Adrian was still angry at me. He had every right to be. I knew I deserved it all, every single bit of his icy silence and his cold treatment. I had caused him so much pain, hurt his feelings again and again, in ways I was only now truly understanding.My heart clenched painfully whenever I caught a glimpse through the glass panel, watching Adrian smile at Gayle. It was a genuine, easy smile, one that Adrian rarely offered me anymore. I knew Gayle had deep feelings for Adrian, a quiet devotion that had been there for a long time.Adrian had once chosen me, a memory that now felt like a cruel joke, a precious gift I had thrown away. I had not cherished his love; instea

ADRIAN'S POVThe weight of Gayle and Carsen’s stares pressed down on me, heavy and unyielding. Carsen, especially, wore his disapproval like a thundercloud. He hadn’t even tried to hide it when he learned I was giving Damien another chance. It felt like I was being put on trial, and my heart, the defendant, was already found guilty in their eyes.Gayle spoke first, her voice a fragile thread that trembled with an emotion I couldn’t quite place.“Gabe… no Adrian. Are you really sure about this?”The way she stumbled over my name, the slight hitch in her breath, spoke volumes. It was a mix of sadness and disappointment, a familiar echo of my own doubts.Before I could even collect my thoughts, Carsen cut in, his voice sharp and laced with frustration. “Seriously Adrian? After everything he did to hurt you, you’re still giving him a chance? I don’t get it.”Gayle, ever the peacemaker, gently interrupted him. “Stop it, Carsen. Let’s just respect his decision.”Carsen scoffed, his tone lac

ADRIAN'S POVThree months. Three months had passed since Gayle and Carsen had faded from our immediate orbit, swallowed by the demands of a distant kingdom. Three months, too, since Damien and I had truly started living again, our lives re-entwined under the same roof, sharing every dawn and dusk. It felt less like time passing and more like a continuous, blissful blur, a single, stretched-out moment of rediscovery.Every night was a testament to that rediscovery, a feverish, passionate reclaiming of lost years. We touched as if we’d been starved for it, kissed as if each one might be our last, whispered secrets into the dark that finally gave voice to feelings that had lingered unspoken for far too long. It was as if our bodies, our very souls, were trying to compress a lifetime of yearning into a handful of intense hours, to make up for every day we hadn’t been this close, this complete.The morning light, soft and shy, was just beginning to paint stripes across our bedroom walls wh

ADRIAN'S POVThe soft morning light hadn't yet dared to peek over the horizon, but already, the peaceful quiet of our bedroom was broken. I was cocooned, utterly content, in the familiar warmth of Damien’s arms, his steady breathing and lullaby against my ear.It was a perfect, blissful moment, one I cherished every time I woke up beside him. His scent, a mix of his cologne and something uniquely him, filled my senses, making me feel safe, loved, and completely at ease.Then, a sharp, insistent buzz broke through the stillness. Damien’s phone, resting on the nightstand, vibrated with an urgency that felt out of place in our quiet sanctuary. I stirred, still heavy with sleep, but Damien was quicker. His eyes, usually so bright and full of life, fluttered open, blinking against the dimness. He reached for his phone, his arm brushing mine as he did.I watched him, half-awake, as he glanced at the screen. That’s when it happened. His entire body, moments before so relaxed and warm against

ADRIAN'S POVThe biting cold of Finland’s winter night was a sharp contrast to the sudden warmth that flooded my chest. My breath hitched in my throat, a small cloud escaping my lips before it vanished into the crisp air of the glass igloo. My eyes, wide with disbelief, stared at the man kneeling before me."Adrian Gabriel Raines, Will you marry me?"The words hung in the air, sparkling like the frost on the glass around us. Damien. Damien Dickins. The love of my life. He was here, on one knee, holding a small velvet box. My world, which had been a tangled mess of confusion and pain just moments before, suddenly snapped into perfect focus."I thought you were...." I stammered, my voice barely a whisper. The question trailed off, lost in the rush of emotions. I truly could not believe it.For the past two weeks, a suffocating blanket of dread had smothered me, stealing my sleep and making every day a struggle. Damien had become a ghost in our own home, always slipping from bed in the m