บททั้งหมดของ I Said Yes to My Ex's Enemy: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Adrian had just finished his meeting when he heard footsteps outside his study.He glanced up as Emily appeared in the doorway.For a moment, neither of them spoke.The setting sun bathed the room in amber light, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.Then, Emily stepped inside.Adrian leaned back in his chair, studying her carefully. “Emily.”Her hands curled into fists at her sides, as if bracing herself.Then, with quiet determination, she met his gaze and said—"I’ll marry you."Silence.The kind that stretched thick in the air, wrapping around them like an invisible thread.Adrian’s expression didn’t change.Didn’t move.But his fingers—just barely—tightened against the armrest of his chair.Finally, after a long pause, he exhaled.And then, he said the only thing that mattered."Are you sure?"

The conference room carried an air of quiet authority, the scent of freshly brewed coffee mixing with the polished mahogany and sleek leather chairs. The shareholders of A Designs took their seats, murmuring in low, measured tones as they prepared for the discussion ahead.At the head of the table, Mike leaned back, fingers tapping lazily against the surface. His expression was one of practiced confidence, his sharp navy suit tailored to perfection. He looked every bit the man in control—or at least, that’s what he told himself.The senior partner, an executive who had been with the company since its early days, cleared his throat. “Alright, let’s get started. We have several pressing matters today. First—the Luthmere Luxury Towers Development Project. The bidding process begins next month, and securing this contract would give us a strong foothold in the high-end market.”A few members nodded approvingly, flipping through the proposal documents in front of them.“The profits look pro

　　Emily’s fingers curled slightly at her sides.　　The moment he pulled away, the click of a camera shutter broke the silence.　　Emily blinked, only now realizing that a photographer and videographer were standing nearby.　　She turned to Adrian, startled.“You—”　　Emily hadn’t even thought about photos, she had assumed a contract marriage wouldn’t require such sentimental gestures.　　But Adrian had arranged everything.　　Without a word, he placed a hand on her lower back and guided her toward the chapel’s grand wooden doors. The photographer motioned for them to stand together at the steps, the aged stone providing a regal backdrop.　　“Closer,”the photographer instructed.　　Emily hesitated for a split second before Adrian closed the gap between them effortlessly, his hand resting lightly against her waist.　　The camera clicked.　　They moved to the small garden beside the chapel, where delicate white roses bloomed against an old iron gate. A few tourists had gathered nearby, admiring the

The A Designs conference room filled gradually as shareholders took their seats. Low murmurs of conversation rippled through the space, a mix of casual small talk and anticipation for the day’s agenda.Mike sat at the head of the table, checking the time. His jaw tensed slightly.Emily had always been the responsible one—timely, professional, never one to leave people waiting.The chair beside him, her usual seat, remained empty.One of the older board members leaned toward him with a reassuring chuckle. “Relax, Mike. She’ll be here. She wouldn’t embarrass you by not showing up in front of everyone agian.”Another scoffed. “Yeah, she’s dragged this on long enough. After all the fuss, she’s bound to come around today.”Mike didn’t respond.He didn’t like uncertainty.And right now, something felt off.Before he could dwell on it further, the doors swung open.Mike turned sharply—expecting Emily, expecting her hesitation, her last-minute return to reason—But instead, a man walked in.

Emily sat on the couch, the empty ice cream tub resting in her lap. Adrian’s voice was calm, matter-of-fact—as if his decision had already been made. “I’ve prepared a residence for us in Westwood District. Tomorrow, I’ll have someone help you move.” Emily’s grip tightened slightly around the spoon. Move? She had assumed they would maintain their own spaces, separate lives. Even though their marriage was on paper, it already felt like she owed him too much. Now he wanted her to move into his home? Her first instinct was to refuse. She didn’t want to take more from him, to feel like a guest in someone else’s place. This was temporary. She shouldn’t get too comfortable. Emily opened her mouth to decline, but before she could speak— Lila cut in. “That’s actually a great idea.” Emily turned to her, surprised. “Lila?” “You’re about to leave A Designs,” Lila continued, scooping another bite of ice cream. “Mike isn’t going to let that go easily. And if he finds out yo