All Chapters of Chasing Midnight Promises : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Christian cupped Mia's face gently, his thumb brushing along the curve of her cheek, his fingers smoothing over her brow like he was committing her to memory. He stared into her eyes with a softness that stole the air from her lungs. "Do you really want this?" he asked, his voice husky, barely above a whisper. Mia didn’t answer with words. Her lips met his in a kiss that trembled with hunger and heat. That was her answer—a kiss that wasn’t soft, but certain. She poured everything into it: confusion, need, pain, longing. He responded just as fiercely, his hands roaming her back like he needed to feel every breath she took. But then, something shifted. Christian broke the kiss and stepped back. His breath trembled, and his hands dropped from her body as if letting go of something sacred. His chest rose and fell, uneven, his eyes no longer locked on hers. "I can’t," he said. Mia's heart plummeted. Her voice came out tight. "What do you mean you can’t?" He took another step b

Mia looked on, her gaze pinned on Christian. Her mind lingered on the bare line of his chest visible beneath the open collar. For a second, everything around her dulled. Her thoughts wandered to what that chest would feel like beneath her palm again, and the clean scent that probably clung to his skin.Then his voice broke through her thoughts—clear, deep, and professional.“Ma’am, we’re forty minutes away from the school. We need to get going if you don’t want to be late on your first day.”The word struck her. Ma’am?She blinked, stunned. Christian hadn’t called her that since the day she insisted he stop. That word used to feel stiff, impersonal. Why now? She hadn’t changed. She was still Mia.Or had she changed overnight? She glanced down at herself, then back at him.She opened her mouth to correct him, but the memory hit—she had said they’d keep it professional. Strictly professional.Fine. If he wanted to be professional, she’d wear it like a crown.She cleared her throat and d

Mia finally reached the lecture hall—an expansive, modern room built for postgraduate programs. Rows of sleek desks curved gently along ascending platforms, each with built-in monitors and adjustable seats. Floor-to-ceiling windows framed one side of the hall, letting in the pale London sunlight. At the front stood a wide digital screen and a polished wooden podium.She stepped inside quietly. A few students were already seated, some tapping on tablets, others chatting softly. A tall guy in a blue hoodie sat with headphones slung around his neck, scribbling something in a notebook. Two girls in stylish trench coats scrolled through a shared phone, giggling under their breath.“Hello,” Mia greeted softly as she entered. A few turned and nodded in return.She scanned the room quickly and spotted an empty seat near the center. Without wasting time, she slipped into it and set her laptop bag on the desk. Her eyes instinctively searched for the blonde woman from earlier.Nowhere.She frown

Days turned into weeks, and weeks slipped by until two full months had passed. School had taken on a rhythm of its own—morning lectures, group discussions, assignments, and quiet evenings. Mia’s friendship with Eleanor had deepened. Among her peers, Eleanor was the closest. They worked on assignments together, shared quiet lunches, and occasionally hung out after lectures.Yet somehow, Christian had never crossed paths with this Eleanor. Despite Mia mentioning her constantly, and even Raven casually bringing her up, Christian had never once seen the mysterious woman. It bothered him. No one else had ever met her, and she had no digital footprint—nothing on the university’s portal, no social media presence, not even a registration photo. Eleanor Hart had become a ghost he couldn’t catch.Meanwhile, Raven had been doing well. She’d moved on from the heartbreak of her past and was now focused on her future. She resumed school a day after Mia and was slowly finding her footing again. The

Christian slouched on the couch, eyes locked on the ceiling. Each tick of the wall clock hammered louder, the silence pressing down like a weight. He hadn't moved since walking through the front door.Noah Bradford.The name alone made his jaw tighten.Christian sat up slowly, resting his elbows on his knees. He raked his hands through his hair, fingers tugging at the roots as if trying to pull the tension out.This wasn’t just some petty grudge. It was deeper. Messier.He couldn’t take it anymore. The silence, the pacing thoughts—it was all too loud. He needed answers.He pushed off the couch and took the stairs two at a time. The hallway upstairs felt longer than usual, dimly lit by a single wall sconce that cast long shadows on the floor. He paused in the middle, right between two familiar doors—Mia’s on the left, Raven’s on the right.He stood there, heart pounding.What exactly was he going to say?How do you ask someone to tell their brother to stay away from the girl you’ve bar