All Chapters of My Janitor's Whisper of Love : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The transformation began. Off came the comfortable clothes. On went the uniform of this gilded cage - the deliberately skimpy attire demanded for serving the Prince’s private quarters. Beneath the tight stretch trousers, the line of my peroneus longus felt too prominent, too masculine in this den of calculated femininity. A stolen splash of my sister’s expensive cologne - a borrowed armor of scent - a quick brush through my hair, and I was ready. Or as ready as I’d ever be.I unlocked the door and stepped into the viper’s nest. Their faces - Paula, Liora, the other - twisted instantly, a gallery of sour envy. Paula, already dressed in an identical, revealing uniform, stood rigid. Her mimicry was pathetic, a desperate belief that copying my clothes was the key to the Prince’s favor."Hmmm!" The sound was a collective, arrogant murmur, thick with disdain.Meanwhile, they’d been thorough teachers in the art of palace warfare. I’d learned their lessons well. A slow, mocking grin spread ac

His laugh was a dark, warm sound against my skin as he trailed kisses down my jaw, to the sensitive pulse point beneath my ear."The GM looked like he’d seen a ghost when you dismissed him. Your focus ... terrifying." He punctuated the word with a deliberate scrape of teeth that sent a shiver down my spine."Good," I breathed, tilting my head to grant him better access. My own focus was singular now. The heat of his skin through the thin fabric, the scent of him - clean linen and something uniquely Reuben, sharp and grounding. "He needed to understand the interruption wasn’t acceptable. And you," I pulled back slightly, forcing his gaze to meet mine, seeing the molten desire swirling in his dark eyes, "needed to understand that I finish what I start."The possessive flare in his eyes was instantaneous, a silent echo of my own claim."Is that why you brought me home? To finish what you started?" he inquired, his hands sliding down to my waist, then lower, pulling me flush against him

I closed the gap between us and the air crackled with challenge. Julius’ eyes, dark pools of mischief, held mine, the pastry a pale, flaky bridge between his lips. My promise still hung in the air - I won’t cry again - but this was different. He didn’t flinch as I closed the final step. The scent of buttery pastry and sweet jam filled the tiny space between us, mingling with the faint, clean smell of his skin. My gaze flickered from his laughing eyes to the delicate confection held hostage. My earlier despair, the ridiculous tears over mere snacks, felt like a distant dream drowned in the vibrant reality of him."Take it if you can, Hendrick," he repeated, the words muffled but clear, vibrating against the pastry. His breath warmed my chin.A surge of something reckless, something far more potent than craving, shot through me. It wasn't just about the pastry anymore. It was about the laughter that shook my room, the way he found me at my lowest, the impossible lightness he brought in

I pushed away from the door and moved towards the washbasin, splashing cool water on my face. The reflection in the small, cloudy mirror showed fatigue, yes, but also a sharp, calculating glint in my eyes. The prince needed pastries today. Tomorrow, he might need three hundred portions of pre-cooked meat. And Julius needed to be the one to provide it. Reputation, rumors, and aching backs be damned. Survival, and maybe even advancement, required playing every angle, even the most ridiculous ones. The performance for the corridor was over, but the real game, the intricate dance of service and ambition within the palace walls, was just heating up. And I intended to keep dancing.Swansea - Reuben's POV We were ready for the guests when Johnson’s driver drove in followed by the HR Manager’s car. The driver led them into the parlor and the HR Manager’s two children, the boy four years old and the girl two, were super excited about the house. Johnson was about to receive the HR Manager and

"That chapter is closed. Permanently. I never felt anything for Wilson. That was why I ended his pestering in a way that left scars on him. "What I feel for you …" He paused, searching for the words, his eyes holding mine with an almost painful sincerity. "What we have, what we’re building … it’s real. It’s solid. It’s my life, our lives, Johnson. You and this baby. That’s where I am. That’s where I choose to be. Every single day. Wilson cannot be compared with you. He can't be your rival."He reached across the space, not quite touching me, but the intention was clear. "Wilson showing up on a spreadsheet doesn't change that. His being in the same city doesn't change that. Seeing him? It might be awkward. It might be unpleasant. It might dredge up shit I’d rather leave buried. But it won’t change how I feel about you, or about our family."He let out a slow breath, the frustration giving way to a profound exhaustion. "And for God’s sake, Johnny, no. I wouldn’t hug him. There’s n