My Boss Will Stop At Nothing To Have Me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 71 - チャプター 80

Lillian's POVI stood there, staring at the crowd as Nathaniel walked away. My heart was still thundering from everything that had just happened. Maxwell Arlo’s disgusting persistence, the way Adrian had abandoned me, and then… Nathaniel.I had not expected him. I had not expected him to care. But he had, he had seen me, really seen me, and stepped in without hesitation. Like the man I used to know. Like the man I used to… love.“Thank you,” I had said, and it didn’t feel like enough. I wanted to say more. I wanted to scream out everything I had been carrying for weeks. That I was sorry. That Adrian had lied. That I had never stopped thinking about Nathaniel and what we used to have. That I was drowning.But the words tangled in my throat. Pride, fear, confusion, they all choked me at once.Still, as he started walking away, I couldn’t let the moment end like that.“Nathaniel!” I called after him, heart hammering in my chest.He turned around instantly, brows slightly raised. His expr

Lillian's POV.“I miss you.”His words rang in my head throughout the charity event. I wanted to run back into his arms, bask in his manly scent and rub my head against his chest. I don't care if that sounded cat-like. All I cared about was the way he made me feel.I was there, but not really there. I shook hands. I smiled. I posed for pictures and nodded when spoken to. But inside, I was floating in a daze I couldn’t shake off.Nathaniel’s voice, his eyes, had imprinted themselves into me all over again. The sincerity in his tone, the way his lips had trembled just slightly when he said it... It undid all the walls I had built brick by brick.And the worst part? I believed him.Diana, ever the social butterfly, tried her best to pull me back into the present. She dragged me from one table to the next, cracked jokes, handed me champagne and whispered snide comments about the badly dressed elites.But even her sharp wit couldn’t draw me out tonight.“Lilly,” she said, nudging me during

Lillian's POV.I slipped back into the house like a thief at dawn.The floor creaked under my weight, but I didn’t pause. Just eased the front door shut, tiptoed past the couch where Diana snored softly, and headed to my room. She always left her room in the middle of the night and wind up on the couch.I barely had the energy to breathe, let alone explain where I had been or why my eyes were rimmed red.I leaned against the door, let out a long breath, and finally let my shoes fall to the carpet. “This is a bad idea,” I whispered again, echoing the words I said outside Nathaniel’s door, only this time, they felt heavier.I curled beneath the blanket, determined to shut my mind off, to pretend I hadn’t stood in front of the man I once loved… the man I still wasn’t sure I could stop loving.Sleep came like a fog. Thick. Uncertain. Fleeting.And then… ping.I groaned, half-asleep, fumbling for my phone. The screen glared bright into my face.Unknown Number:“Hey stranger. Miss me?”I bl

Lillian's POVAt first, I thought I imagined it.The flicker of someone in the corner of my eye. The flash of familiarity in the crowd outside Adrian’s building. But when I saw him for the third time in two days... standing across the street with a bouquet of cheap, drooping roses... I knew Daniel was back.I could’ve sworn the earth tilted on its axis the moment our eyes met. He waved like an old friend, like we hadn’t shattered each other not so long ago.I didn’t wave back. I didn’t flinch.I walked straight into the building, heart pounding like war drums in my chest.But that was just the beginning.Every morning, he was there.At Diana’s place... my old safe haven... he waited by the elevator.At my new apartment, he slipped notes under the door.At Adrian’s office? He waited by the entrance like a damn street preacher.His gospel? Regret.“Lillian, baby, please. I’ve changed.”“You look like hell, Daniel.”“I feel like hell,” he said, clutching his chest like he was about to bu

Lillian's POVThe moment Diana kicked open my bedroom door wearing aviator sunglasses and holding a manila folder like she was in an episode of CSI: Club Edition, I knew she was up to something.“We need to talk about Adrian Black,” she said, her voice serious despite the ridiculous cupcake-printed robe she wore over leggings.“I’m already late for work,” I muttered, brushing past her toward the mirror. “Can we save the intervention for when I don’t have a boss who sends threatening smiley faces if I clock in one second past nine?”Diana planted herself between me and my bag. “You’re not going in today.”“Excuse me?”She waved the folder at me. “Do you remember that high-end guy who spilled too much whiskey at the club last week? Turns out he’s in finance. Turns out he’s not drunk enough to not notice things. Turns out… your boy Adrian is knee-deep in fraud.”I froze.Diana grinned like she had just laid out a royal flush. “Thought that might make you sit.”“You’re saying Adrian is sc