บททั้งหมดของ Arranged Marriage To The Billionaire Heir: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

“They’re in the living room.” Daria said, shooting us a nervous smile.I returned hers with one of my own, though a bit more strained and followed her down the hall with Nathaniel at my side. It struck me then that I had never actually been to this part of the Sinclair house before. My visits usually ended at the kitchen or dining area.The living room was spacious and elegant like the rest of the house. Long curtains draped across the tall windows, cream-coloured couches lined the walls and stiff pillows sat neatly arranged on them, most likely for decoration, not comfort.My eyes landed immediately on the two men waiting there. Mr. Sinclair sat poised in an armchair, his posture rigid. Across from him, my father lounged on the couch, his face expressionless as always. Yet when his eyes met mine, I caught a flicker of emotion in them. Nathaniel’s hand slipped warmly around my shoulders, a silent gesture, as if reassuring me. It didn’t completely erase the tension I felt at that mome

I took in a deep breath before knocking on the door. My knuckles tapped lightly against the wood and then I waited. Thirty seconds passed before I knocked again, a little firmer this time.Still no response.A flicker of unease ran through me. Had I gotten the apartment number wrong? I glanced at the metal digits nailed to the doorframe: 101.No, this had to be it. I was sure.I raised my hand to knock a third time, but halted my action as the door finally creaked open. Slowly, a familiar face appeared in the gap.“Hi.” I said, a sigh of relief escaping me. “I almost thought I had the wrong door.”“Sorry about that. Come in.” Kimberly stepped aside, opening the door wider as I slipped inside.Inside the appartment was warm and cozy. And it looked well lived in, with its worn-out couches, peeling wallpaper and the faint smell of coffee hanging in the air. An old fan was perched in the corner, rattling as it blew warm air into the space. Her apartment reminded me of my own place. “Sor

The lady gestured for me to sit, giving me a slow encouraging nod. I quietly crossed the room to the dusty table and lowered myself into one of the chairs as she took the opposite one. The wood creaked faintly beneath my weight as I tried not to fidget. The officer from earlier entered again without a word, this time holding a file. He tossed it onto the table with a thud, not sparing either of us a glance before leaving. Whatever disagreement had passed between them clearly upset him. “Sorry about that.” the woman sighed, shaking her head. “You’d think spending years here, climbing the ranks, would earn you the respect you deserve as a woman.” She chuckled softly, though her gaze never left mine. “Anyway, let me introduce myself. I’m Officer Crone—” “I’m Elena.” I said quickly, unsure whether to add Sinclair or Vancarten in this case. Officer Crone nodded knowingly. “Daughter of Darren Vancarten, am I right?” She flipped through the file slowly. I wondered if it was a file on me.

Elena's P.O.V ~~~~ “Now, how about I carry you to my room bridal style, then we go take a shower together?” My eyes widened at his words and I knew for a fact that my cheeks were reddening. “Um,” I stifled a laugh, trying to ignore the heat rushing to my face. “I think I’ll pass.” “You’re no fun, Mrs. Sinclair.” he teased as he rose from his seat and strolled toward the kitchen entrance. He paused in his steps and turned to look at me. “If you need me, I’ll be in my room. I think I’ll turn in early tonight.” His voice dropped playfully. “The invite is still open by the way.” I rolled my eyes at him in response. I knew he was just kidding, this was his way of easing the tension from our earlier conversation. Talking about my father, his police case, it was a pretty sour topic. But Nathaniel had made me feel like I wasn’t alone in it, like he was firmly on my side. And I trusted him. Before I could stop myself, my body rose from the chair and my feet carried me towar

"You think she’ll be coming soon?” Debbie asked, her voice carrying a faint note of impatience. I shrugged. “She called about twenty minutes ago. Said there’s a bit of traffic but she’s on her way.” We were at the Olivia Sanchez Children’s Home, sitting on the front porch, taking in the afternoon sun. The place was unusually quiet because the kids were inside having their mid-day lessons. It felt weird not seeing them running around the yard, disturbing the quiet with their playful shrieks. Debbie shifted so she could face me properly, her expression soft. “Um… so about your dad.” She hesitated before continuing. “I’m sorry all this has been happening and I knew nothing about it. How are you dealing with everything?” I exhaled slowly, my shoulders sagging. “It’s been kind of hard, I can’t lie. I just hope everything gets settled soon.” I’d already briefed Debbie earlier on about the police case involving my dad. I hadn’t gone into details, but I'd said just enough for her