Todos os capítulos de Save it, Mr Arrogant! I Dumped You After Reborn.: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Evelyn POVVincent appeared in the doorway with an easy smile that almost — almost — hid the tension behind his eyes."Sorry about that," he said, crossing to me. "Building management. Something about a water pipe on the floor below. Absolutely riveting stuff."A water pipe. At this hour. With a man carrying a tablet and talking about Porto Vecchio."Must have been serious if it took that long," I said lightly."You know how building managers are. Give them an audience, and they'll talk for an hour." He stopped in front of the chair, looking down at me with that warm, slightly lopsided smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. "Now — where were we?"He extended his hand to me.I looked up at him — this man who'd just learned someone was stealing millions from his company and had walked back in here wearing a smile so I wouldn't worry. My chest ached with something I couldn't quite name. It w

Gabriel POVI looked at him — this man who shared my blood, who'd been erased by the same father I'd spent years trying to live up to, who'd burned my empire to the ground with patience and precision I couldn't help but respect, even as I despised him for it.I took one step forward. Then another. Until I was close enough to see the faint tremor in his hand that he was trying very hard to hide."I'm not going to kill you tonight, Rowan," I said quietly. "Not because you don't deserve it. But because killing you now would be an act of mercy, and you haven't earned that from me."The faint smile on his face faltered."But hear me clearly." I leaned in until my mouth was inches from his ear. "Whatever fraternal sentiment existed between us ended the moment you put Evelyn Bennett in danger. The next time I see your face — in this city, in any city, anywhere on this earth — we will not be having a conversation."I pulled back and met his eyes. He held my gaze, but the arrogance from earlier

Evelyn POVThe elevator doors opened to the twenty-third floor of Bennett Holdings, and the familiar scent of polished wood and fresh coffee hit me like a memory I hadn't known I'd missed.It had only been a few days since I'd last been here, but it felt longer. Everything felt longer these days, the hours stretched, the silences grew wider, and the weight of the judge's ruling sat on my shoulders like a coat I couldn't take off.I walked through the corridor toward my office, nodding to the staff who greeted me with cautious smiles and soft "good mornings" that carried a little more warmth than usual. Word had gotten around. It always did in this building. Bennett Holdings was a real estate empire, but it ran on gossip the way most companies ran on coffee.My office, the corner suite on the twenty-third floor with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the Crescent Harbour skyline, was exactly as I'd left it. My laptop sat open on the desk, a stack of contracts waited in the tray, and

Evelyn POVThe board members filed out one by one, each pausing briefly to shake my hand or offer a few parting words of encouragement on their way to the door.Lilian Hart squeezed my arm and told me she was proud of me. Gerald King nodded stiffly and said something about quarterly projections being ahead of schedule. Thompson mumbled congratulations without meeting my eyes. He was one of those who'd voted against my appointment twice and was now pretending he'd been in my corner all along.I smiled at each of them and said the right things, but my attention wasn't on the departing board. It was on the man who hadn't moved from his chair.Adrian sat at the far end of the mahogany table, perfectly still, watching the room empty with such calmness and patience that I knew he had nowhere else to be. His jacket was draped over the back of his chair, his sleeves rolled to his forearms, and he held a glass of water he hadn't drunk. He was turning it slowly between his fingers, the light ca

Evelyn POVThe silence between us was thick enough to touch.I was still holding his phone, the screen full of evidence that should have made me feel vindicated, powerful, armed. Instead, I felt hollowed out. Like someone had reached inside my chest and scooped out everything familiar, leaving behind a raw, aching emptiness that I didn't know how to fill.Adrian leaned forward in his chair. Slowly, deliberately, he reached for my hand again. This time, when his fingers closed around mine, there was no calculation in the gesture. It wasn't a performance. His grip was firm but careful, the way you'd hold something precious that you were afraid of breaking."Evelyn." His voice was rough at the edges, like he'd been holding the words back for a long time and they'd worn grooves in his throat on the way out. "I need you to hear me. I cannot forgive anyone who tried to take your life, not even Isabella or anyone. And I will do whatever it takes to prove that to you. Whatever it takes. Howev