Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 130

♞ Adrian: I pushed the fork into the chicken on my plate, dragged it through the sauce, and brought it up to my mouth. “You hardly come around anymore,” my mother said. She never failed to remind me of exactly the same thing every time we had a family dinner. “I was here a couple of weeks back,” I reminded her, not bothering to look up. She muttered something under her breath, but the sound of my father’s gaze shutting her up came just as quick. I cut into the chicken again, bored out of my mind and hoping the dinner ends soon so I can get all this done with fast enough to go pick up Rory. Gabriel leaned back in his chair, tilting his wine glass lazily. His gaze shifted to me, and his lips curved in the usual harmless smirk that never failed to get under my skin. “You should come around more often,” he said smoothly, like he was being helpful. “Mother worries, you know. Unlike some of us, you don’t exactly keep the family close.” I didn’t even look at him. He could talk

♛Aurora:I had no idea what he meant, and I tried to keep the word at the back of my mind so I could recall and search it up later.“Thank you?”Adrian chuckled deeply before he reached a hand to me, and I placed mine on his before we took a step towards the car.But just before we could take another step, Adrian suddenly asked, “Is Trish home?”As if on cue, at the same time we heard a slight knock on the door, which drew our attention to it.Trish, who was standing by the door, hands akimbo, with an expression that didn't look close to one that was there to joke around.“Not so fast, you two.”“Ah, fuck.” I heard Adrian grumble under his breath, and this simply made me chuckle.Trish squared me with a lovely smile, but when her gaze shifted to Adrian, her eyes squinted at him, and she held him with a serious look.“Hello, Trish.” “Hello to you too, Adrian.” Before I could say anything, she asked him, “Are you bringing her back tonight? If yes, what time? Because if so, I would hav

♛ Aurora: He was scared. I stared deeply into his eyes, and he did the same, not looking away even for once. The rain poured heavily, drenching us completely. We stood there for what felt like minutes, and when Adrian reached out to me after his confession under the rain, I couldn't reject him nor turn my back on him. His eyes searched mine as he asked, “Should we go back inside?” I chuckled, staring down at my soaked dress and his drenched clothes. “I don't think that's a good idea.” He glanced down at my dress and nodded, “Right.” Adrian held my hand and led me towards where the car was parked. By the time we got inside, he reached over to the back seat and grabbed a coat from there, handing it to me. I pressed my lips tightly and took it, using it to cover my shoulders before settling back on the seat. For a long moment, neither of us said a thing, and we simply let the silence settle over us like a blanket. It wasn't awkward or uncomfortable… it was simply the

♛ Aurora: I woke up the next morning to the smell of chicken. And something sweet. Chicken? My brows pulled into a tight frown as I stretched on the soft bed, fingers brushing the other edge to find it cold. Adrian hadn't been in the bed for long.I wasn't sure how I ended up in the bed, I dozed off in Adrian's arms the previous night.Last I remembered was him saying something Italian before he lifted me off the counter and brought me upstairs.I pushed it to the back of my mind to ask him what he might have said. But that's for later.First, I should get up. Finally, my eyes flickered open, and for a moment I just lay there, staring blankly at the ceiling, trying to process everything and most especially where the smell of chicken, or actually stir-fried chicken, was coming from. Or was it a dream? Pinching my thighs, I shook my head when the scent still somehow invaded my nostrils. Then my gaze slid to the door, and I realized it was half open. No wonder; the scent was

♛Aurora: I pressed my lips together to hold back a laugh. This was about to be good, and I couldn't wait to see how it was going to end. I glanced over at Trish, who puffed out a breath of air, tucking a strand of her ginger hair to the back of her ear. Adrian’s fingers brushed against my thigh under the table, and when I turned to him, his lips pulled up into a small smile. He didn’t even need to say anything out loud. I could already read his thoughts by merely looking at him. Exactly, this was going to blow up in a nice way. At least for Trish and Leon. “Fine.” Trish huffed, shoving her stool back a little. “If everyone wants a show, they’ll get one.” “That’s the spirit,” Dmitri cheered, as though he’d just convinced her to run for president. He leaned forward, rubbing his hands together. “Winner takes all. The loser obeys.” I tilted my head at him. “You sound like a villain in a cartoon.” “I take that as a compliment.” Dmitri grinned, walking over to the fridge and retu