บททั้งหมดของ Left by My Fiancé, Loved by His Uncle: บทที่ 81 - บทที่ 90

“We don’t need to rush,” he said quietly. “I want you to feel completely safe.”Madeline nodded. “I feel safe now.”They went back inside. The living room lights were dimmed, leaving only a soft, warm glow. Nathaniel placed his phone in a drawer, as if truly shutting the door on the outside world.In the bedroom, the atmosphere felt different, quieter, more intimate. Nathaniel helped Madeline take off her jacket, his movements careful and attentive. There was no wild desire, only intimacy born of trust.Madeline sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Nathaniel standing before her. “I never imagined peace could feel like this,” she said softly.Nathaniel knelt in front of her, looking up at her face. “Because this isn’t just desire,” he said. “It’s a choice. Every day.”He took Madeline’s hand and kissed it with reverence. The gesture warmed her ch

Madeline finally released her grip and stood up slowly, as if unwilling to disturb the calm still lingering in the air. The morning light grew brighter, slipping through the gaps in the curtains and bathing the room in a soft, golden hue. Nathaniel remained lying there for a moment, watching Madeline’s back as she walked toward the small kitchen in the corner of the apartment.The aroma of coffee soon filled the space, simple, yet comforting. For Nathaniel, that scent had always marked the beginning of the day not as a reminder of work burdens, but as the rhythm of a life he could still enjoy.He got up, straightened the shirt he had left draped over a chair the night before, and walked over to Madeline. He stood behind her without immediately embracing her, simply waiting, savoring the moment as it was.“You know,” Madeline said as she poured hot water, “a few years ago I always imagined mornings like this but they felt too far out of reach.”Nathaniel smiled. “And now?”“Now,” Made

“All right,” said one of the board members, a middle-aged man with a cool tone. “Let’s talk about reputational risk. Sonia’s name has resurfaced in the project structure. We all know the history.”Several pairs of eyes immediately turned to Nathaniel.He did not rush to answer. His hands were neatly folded on the table, his posture upright. “I’m not blind to that,” he said at last. “Precisely because of that history, we’ve set clear boundaries. Her role is well defined, her responsibilities measurable, and all strategic decisions remain under the board’s authority.”“And if a conflict of interest arises?” another asked sharply.“We’ve prepared mitigation mechanisms,” Nathaniel replied calmly. “Independent audits, dual reporting lines, and a termination clause if standards are violated. There’s no gray area.”A brief silence

The reply came quickly, as if Madeline were smiling behind the screen. Good luck with your work. See you later.Nathaniel put his phone away. When the meeting room door opened and the sound of footsteps filled the space again, he stepped inside with quiet confidence.  The meeting room slowly filled once more. Chairs were pulled back, paper brushed against paper, and low conversations floated through the air before finally settling. Nathaniel stood at the head of the table, waiting until all attention focused on him. The faces before him looked tired, yet focused a sign that the morning session had drained energy, but also built common ground.“All right,” he said, his voice calm but clear. “This afternoon session won’t be long. We’re focusing on one thing: making sure the foundation we built this morning is truly ready to be implemented.”He turned on the projector. T

He rose slowly, careful not to wake Madeline, and padded lightly toward the kitchen. He turned on a small light, heated water, ground coffee by hand, a ritual he rarely did himself. The soft sound of coffee beans grinding felt almost meditative. This morning, he wanted to keep the rhythm slow.As the aroma of coffee began to fill the room, Madeline appeared in the doorway, her hair slightly tousled, wearing a thin cardigan. She smiled faintly, eyes still half asleep.“You woke up first,” she said softly.Nathaniel turned to her. “I didn’t want this morning to be noisy.”Madeline stepped closer, leaning against the kitchen counter. “Thank you,” she said, as if she understood exactly what he meant.   They sat across from each other, each holding a warm cup. There was no long conversation. Just small sips, brief glances, and smiles that came without effort. Outside, the