Semua Bab Sleep With Me, Dear Husband: Bab 21 - Bab 30

Chapter 21Kenzo stood by the floor-to-ceiling windows of his penthouse, staring at the city lights that flickered like tiny stars beneath him. His mind, however, was far from the breathtaking view. His thoughts were occupied with Helena—her unexpected return, her persistence, and the secrets she was undoubtedly keeping from him.His phone vibrated on the table beside him, snapping him out of his thoughts. He grabbed it and saw Gianna’s name flashing on the screen.“Talk,” he said, his tone sharp.Gianna sighed on the other end. “I’ve been looking into Helena’s records like you asked, but I keep hitting dead ends. Someone has been deliberately covering her tracks.”Kenzo’s jaw clenched. “Covering them how?”“Her business dealings, travel history—everything is carefully edited. The Laurents are known for their secrecy, but this goes beyond that. It’s as if she was never anywhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Except…”Kenzo narrowed his eyes. “Except what?”“There’s a pattern,” Gianna cont

Chapter 23Helena pushed the door open to Kenzo's office and met him seated, working on some files with Kelly on the opposite seat.Helena rolled her eyes before walking in anyways.Kenzo raised his head but on seeing her continued with his work. Helena smiled at him as she approached his desk then took a glance at Kelly who shivered slightly in fear."Get out" Helena said at once and Kelly nodded, packed her bags and walked out after giving Kenzo a last glance.Kenzo sighed then dropped the files in his hands and finally looked up at her."What do you want?" He asked as she had her seat. She smiled. "I see you've met Alec, he's my personal assistant, and yeah he might be a bit straight spoken sometimes, alright maybe most of the time, but still, you shouldn't take his words to heart" She said, practically speaking to herself because Kenzo couldn't have looked more uninterested in her words."Oh come on, why are you playing so hard to get?" She groaned. Kenzo still looked uninterested

Chapter 25Alec leaned back against his chair. "I can't pay for your drinks again?" He said curtly. Gianna scoffed unbelievably. "Excuse me? The last time I checked, we are not friends, and oh yeah, you tricked and deceived me, and now you're stalking me? How did you know I was going to be here? Are you seriously following me?" Gianna let out all at once.Alec's brows twitched lightly as he watched her mouth movements before he spoke again."Give me your number" He simply said. Gianna's brows furrowed. He didn't answer any of her questions and this was all he had to say.She was furious, and she's had enough. She let out an annoyed huff, then grabbed her bag and got up at once, wanting to walk away but Alec swiftly grabbed her arm, puking her bag.Her eyes widened and she turned to look at him annoyingly. "Get the fuck off me!" She snapped."May I have your number, please?" Alec only repeated. Her brows dipped, her eyes moved slightly. Was he serious? She studied his expression, he wa

Chapter 27A War of SilenceKenzo’s office was bathed in the early morning glow of sunlight filtering through glass walls, but it did little to warm the mood.He sat still behind his desk, eyes unmoving, the tablet in front of him paused on an image from the gala.It was Helena.The exact moment she’d turned from the press, offering the camera a soft, mysterious smile that had since become the cover image for every tabloid in the country.“Iconic,” they called it.“Untouchable.”“Heartbroken heiress or calculating queen?”He scoffed softly. The headlines were relentless. And so was she.Gianna entered quietly, her heels clicking gently on the floor.“I canceled your lunch with the investors,” she said, stopping a few feet away. “They understood. Everyone’s a little… distracted.”Kenzo didn’t respond. His eyes remained fixed on the screen.Gianna hesitated before speaking again. “She made a statement. Not officially, but through her publicist.”That caught his attention.He looked up s

Chapter 29Boundaries and LeverageThe rain had barely stopped by morning when Kenzo stepped out of his penthouse, briefcase in hand, but no clear destination in mind. His car waited, driver standing dutifully, but he waved it off.“I’ll walk,” he muttered.The city was soaked and reflective. The sidewalks mirrored traffic lights like neon confessions.And still, her voice echoed inside him.“I did it to stop hiding.”Helena. Always composed. Always three steps ahead. And yet… that necklace, that message—it didn’t feel like strategy. It felt like a bridge being offered.But was he willing to cross it?At Alfredo & Co., Gianna’s morning started with a surprise.“Ma’am,” one of the interns called out, approaching with a sleek white envelope. “This came for you. No sender.”Gianna frowned. She took it cautiously and opened the seal.Inside was a single card.Printed in elegant script:“Drinks. 8 p.m. The Reserve.”And nothing else.She blinked. No signature, but somehow, she knew. Alec.