Todos los capítulos de His Reluctant Bride: Contracted To My Enemy : Capítulo 131 - Capítulo 140

Liora “What are your plans for today?” Tristan asked, whisking the eggs he had just cracked into a bowl.“I don’t know,” I said honestly, because I truly didn’t. After all, I couldn’t just stay at home and keep sleeping, hoping an investor would magically come find me. The only thing I could do was put myself out there, take my ideas to people who would see beyond the potential of my drafts and actually believe in them enough to invest. It wasn’t going to be easy, but still, I added, “Maybe… hunting investors down as well.”That made him chuckle. “Can I see the drafts?”“No,” I told him firmly. “If you’re thinking of investing, you’re not getting it.” My tone was matter-of-fact, because I’d already made up my mind about that.He gave a small shake of his head, amused. “You can really be stubborn, you know that, right?”I didn’t answer.He set the whisk down and looked at me, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “I wasn’t expecting you to let me invest anyway. I’ve known you long enough

LioraAllen’s smirk faded just a little as he studied me, fingers brushing over the edge of the folder but not opening it yet. “Straight to the point, I see,” he said, his tone lighter now but still carrying that amused edge.“You can say that ,” I wasn't afraid to say. The most he can do is saying he's not investing, and that won't be the end of the world for me.He finally opened the folder, flipping through the pages. The sound of paper against his fingers. His brows furrowed slightly as his eyes moved from line to line, and I could tell he was actually reading it.After a moment, he looked up. “You wrote all this yourself?”“Yes.”He leaned back, tapping a finger thoughtfully on the document. “It’s brilliant... ambitious,” he said. “But I like that.”For the first time since he arrived, I let myself exhale softly.“Though it’s not straight to the point yet,” he said, flipping through a few more pages, “and I’m yet to see it for all it’s worth.”“Yes,” I replied, straightening a li

Liora When Tristan said “Then let me carry some of it,” something inside me trembled. Not the kind that made you weak, but the kind that made you remember what it feels like to matter to someone again.I didn’t know what to say, so I just stared at him, half-shadowed by the darkness, his expression barely visible, yet I could tell he meant it. He always said things like that, like they were promises. But the painstaking truth is that he doesn’t understand.No one does.Once Caleb is okay, there’s nothing left to fight for. My entire life, every breath, every sleepless night, every degrading compromise has been for that boy’s heartbeat. When he’s safe, I’ll finally be free… even if that freedom means fading away.But then he looked at me like that. Like he saw something worth staying for.“You’ll regret saying that someday,” I whispered, meaning it.“Maybe. But not tonight,” he saidI turned away before the lump in my throat betrayed me. “You shouldn’t say things like that, Tristan.

Liora"I'm not avoiding you," I said quietly. "I tried to explain that to Tristan, but he didn’t seem to believe me."He gave me that teasing look again, "Uh-huh… so you were just instinctively keeping me away from your house? Spending the night here at the company because you miss me so much, right?" his voice low and edged with sarcasm."Tristan…" I muttered, my tone caught between exhaustion and guilt. "You know I have to. It’s been really hectic these past few days, and if I don’t take care of things, no one will. I’m not ignoring you.. at least we’re texting.""Texting isn’t the same as being with you," he murmured, his arm sliding around my waist as he pulled me closer. My body melted against the warmth of his chest instantly, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat drowning out the words I was about to say.I wanted to tell him the truth, that I wasn’t ignoring him, not really. I was just… uneasy for the fact that lately, I’ve had this strange feeling in the apartment, like someon

LioraHelene has this energetic vibe to her like she’s trying to make everything feel normal again. I can tell she’s holding herself back from asking questions, though.After all, I’d packed up and left without much of a word the last time, even when she tried to convince me to stay.Now she’s humming softly as she sets down the last dish. “My food hasn't been any useful since you left,” she mutters playfully, tapping the side of my plate with a spoon. “So make sure you eat plenty, okay?”I smile faintly. “I will.” She hasn't changed one bit.”“Good,” she says with a grin, then glances between Tristan and me. “I’ll leave you two to it. But don’t forget dessert, it’s in the fridge.”When she disappears into the kitchen, the air grows quiet again. Even though Tristan’s sitting across from me, watching me more than he’s eating. I pretend not to notice, focusing on cutting my chicken into small, unnecessary pieces.“She missed you,” he says after a moment. “You know that, right?”“I figu