All Chapters of Her Exodus, His Regret. : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

92. Walking beside you...Morning had settled comfortably over the city by the time DAH Global Headquarters stirred into its usual rhythm. Sunlight poured over the glass exterior, catching the steady flow of employees coming and going through the main entrance, while another day quietly announced itself.Outside, two sleek black cars glided into the executive parking lot almost simultaneously.They came to a smooth halt opposite each other.For one suspended moment, neither door opened.Then Lucien stepped out first.He adjusted the cuff of his charcoal suit almost absently before lifting his head. The crisp morning breeze caught lightly against his hair, carrying with it the quiet confidence that seemed to follow him everywhere.Across from him, Dahlia emerged from her own car.She wore a tailored black suit dress, elegant in its simplicity, every clean line fitting her with effortless precision. The morning light caught against the silver clasp at her waist as she straightened, one

94. The Beginning of Seventeen...Three days had passed since the evening in Dahlia's office, carrying with them a strange kind of quiet neither of them had been able to explain.The resort expansion, however, waited for no one.With the structural work finally behind them, the project had eased into its final phase. Workers now moved through the grounds with purpose, clearing away the last traces of construction while furniture, décor, and finishing details gradually transformed concrete and steel into something worthy of welcoming its first guests.The countdown had reached nine days.The end was finally within sight.Dahlia was already up and about, dressed in loose clothes and was heading downstairs for breakfast when the sharp buzz on her bedside table halted her actions. She reached for the phone almost absently. The moment the screen lit up beneath her fingers, she stopped. Lucien. Her grip faltered just enough for the phone to slip against her palm before she caught it again

96. Just...perfect."I knew it," Dahlia muttered under her breath as she turned slightly away from him. "I told Kim this was a little too much."It took Lucien another heartbeat to remember he was supposed to speak."No," he said softly. "This is just perfect."Dahlia's hand tightened around her handbag. "Well..." she let out a nervous laugh. "Fucking manners" Lucien whispered under in his breath, hands tightening once at his side. He recovered just enough to step aside, one hand extending toward the entrance."Come on in" he said. Dahlia looked at him, catching the soft glow on his face, which seemed tanner than she remembered some nights ago. Her gaze drifted over the linen shirt that hugged his frame before realization quietly settled.It was from the brand she'd mentioned during one of their meetings weeks ago."Dahlia" His voice, warm and amused, pulled her back.She had been staring longer than she intended."Oh..." She blinked, heat rushing into her cheeks.They entered the h

98. The Best Kind of Perfect. By the time they reached the living room, Dahlia's head had somehow found its way back to the crook of Lucien's neck, seeking quiet refuge there.His scent drifted into her senses once again—dark woods softened by a faint trace of espresso, warm and unmistakably him. It wrapped around her so effortlessly that she had to resist the ridiculous urge to murmur something against his neck... or worse, leave another bite there.Her fingers tightened slightly around him."We're here," Lucien said softly.Dahlia lifted her head from his shoulder.She didn't look around.Not immediately.Her eyes found his first.For a fleeting moment, neither of them spoke. Neither of them seemed to know how.Lucien answered her silent gaze with a small, almost shy smile before carefully lowering her onto her feet. His hands lingered just long enough to make sure she was steady, easing away with the same care he'd carried her with—as though somewhere along the way he'd decided sh

100. All yours, Princess...Morning arrived softly. No alarms. No notifications.Just the quiet kind of light that slipped through the curtains without asking permission, settling across the room in warm, unhurried strips.Dahlia felt it before she fully woke. The warmth. The weight of the arm that was resting loosely on the waist. The steady rhythm of breathing that didn't belong to her. She stayed exactly where she was. Eyes still close. Half asleep, half awake. For a brief, peaceful moment, she just listened. Then...the memories flooded in. The sequence of it all. The call. The dinner. The ruined cake. The movie. And the necklace resting quietly against her skin. His voice, low enough to become part of the silence.'May I finally kiss Your Highness?'A smile tugged unconsciously at the corner of her lips.Then came the kiss.Soft. Gentle. Careful.Until somehow it wasn't. The memory alone was enough to make something flutter quietly inside her chest all over again. She wasn