Semua Bab I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: Bab 131 - Bab 139

　　She kissed him.　　The taste of wine still lingered on her lips, but it was him she was searching for—him she was finding.　　When she finally pulled back, her voice was low, eyes damp.　　“Don’t ever store something that bitter again,”she whispered.“So strong. So harsh. So—sad.”　　Adrian didn’t answer with words. He leaned in and kissed her back—slowly, gently, as if trying to rewrite every ache she had just swallowed.　　When they parted, he rested his forehead against hers. His breath was warm against her cheek.　　“It’s over,”he murmured.“All of it. Don’t be sad anymore. I have you now. That’s enough for me.”　　His arms wrapped around her again, drawing her close, and this time, he didn’t let go.　　They moved together, slowly, until the backs of her knees touched the edge of the round table in the center of the room. She didn’t resist when he lifted her up, settling her gently onto its surface. Through it all, their hands remained intertwined—never once breaking apart.　　“I added a n

　　Her thighs trembled as she moved above him, each motion sending sparks down her spine, her breath catching with every shift that pulled him deeper into her. Heat coiled low in her belly—sharp and impossibly sweet.　　He didn’t rush her. His hands stayed at her hips, not guiding but grounding her, fingers brushing soothing circles over her skin as if to tell her she was safe to feel everything, all at once.　　Her eyes fluttered shut as she leaned forward, pressing her lips to his. The kiss started slow, warm and searching, but deepened quickly—her mouth hungry, her body even more so. The motion made him slip further into her, and she gasped, the pleasure nearly stealing her breath.　　His hands slid up her waist, reverent but trembling, trying to hold on while she unraveled him. Each time she sank down, a shudder broke through his frame.　　“Emily—”he choked, voice wrecked.　　She leaned down, pressing her lips to his throat, then lower, biting gently along his collarbone before whisperi

　　It came out before he could stop it. Like the last frayed thread of hope, stretched too thin. Maybe if she said she’d only grown to care for Adrian over time, if she gave him some sliver of ambiguity, he could breathe again.Emily turned back, gaze steady. Her voice was quiet, but absolute.“I love him. No one else will ever hold the place he does in my heart.”Mike staggered back a step, as if the words had physically struck him.It felt like watching the final pin fall in a bowling lane. That last bottle, wobbling on the edge—then the sweep. Clean. Final.Her life had moved on.He wasn’t part of the new frame.Not even a shadow of the old game.　　She turned to go.But then—Mike’s voice broke through the air behind her, jagged and raw.“Was it because of him? Back in college—was that when it started?When he gave you that letter and the birthday gift?”Emily froze mid-step.Her breath caught. Slowly, she turned around, eyes narrowing.“What are you talking about?”Mike took a step

　　The warm scent of eggs and toasted bread drifted through the air as Adrian padded barefoot into the kitchen, following the gentle sounds of movement and the clink of plates.　　There she was—standing at the stove in one of his shirts, sleeves rolled up, hair loosely tied back, a soft hum escaping her lips.　　He stopped in the doorway for a second, just watching her.　　Emily turned at the sound of his steps and smiled.　　“You’re up,”she said lightly.“Perfect timing.”　　He blinked, still not quite believing the scene in front of him.　　“You’re…cooking?”　　“I told the private chef not to make breakfast today,”she said, a touch shyly.“I realized I’ve never made a meal for you before. Thought it was about time.”　　Adrian stepped closer, his voice low and full.　　“That’s…probably the most dangerous thing anyone’s ever done for me.”　　She laughed, handing him a plate.　　“Don’t be dramatic. I didn’t burn anything. Yet.”　　They sat together by the window, light spilling across the table. Adri

　　No rush. No need for more words.　　Just the rhythm of the sea beneath them, the pull of gravity reversed—as if the stars weren’t above, but around them.　　And when he finally moved lower still, she whispered his name like a prayer.　　The netbed swayed.　　The tide rolled in.　　Time, for once, stood still.　　Adrian’s kiss deepened—slow and reverent, like he was rediscovering her one breath at a time.　　His hands found her waist, lifting her as if she were a star held gently in his palms.　　She let out a soft laugh—startled, a little breathless—as he shifted, guiding her gently onto the net bed without a word.Outside, the world had fallen into a hush—no voices, no lights, only the quiet pull of the tide and the stars spilling overhead.Beneath them, the sea stretched out in velvet-blue silence, endless and calm.　　 Cushions and blankets softened the sway beneath them, cradling them in the quiet. The breeze moved like a sigh, warm with salt and the last heat of summer.　　The moment Adr