All Chapters of His Dangerous Love On Ice: Chapter 191 - Chapter 200

Chapter 191: Zane's POVI stood on the observation platform overlooking the racing track, watching cars tear around the curves at speeds that would make most people's hearts stop, but all I could think about was Olive sitting alone at that funeral while I stayed away like she'd asked.It was killing me not to be there with her, not to be able to protect her from whatever emotional damage today was going to cause, but she'd been so insistent that I stay away that I'd respected her wishes even though every instinct I had was screaming at me to go to her anyway."I hate it when that kid drives," Nikolai said from beside me, breaking through my thoughts.I glanced at him, then back at the track where a black sports car was taking a turn way too aggressively."Who's on the wheel?" I asked, though part of me didn't really care. "And why do you care if they decide to cripple themselves for life? It's their funeral."The dark humor in my words made Nikolai chuckle despite himself."It's fucki

Chapter 193: Olive's POVWe walked into the restaurant and immediately I was hit by the atmosphere, elegant without being pretentious, expensive without being showy, the kind of place where people came for special occasions and marriage proposals.A hostess greeted us with a practiced smile and when I gave her my name, well, technically JT's reservation under my name, she nodded and gestured for us to follow her.We were led through the main dining area, past tables filled with well-dressed couples having intimate conversations over wine and elaborate meals, and I could feel Brenda getting more nervous with each step."Olive," she whispered, grabbing my arm. "This place is way too nice. Seriously, how much is this costing? We should leave. We can go somewhere else. Somewhere normal.""Too late," I said, pulling her along. "We're committed now."The hostess stopped at a door toward the back of the restaurant and opened it with a flourish."Your private dining room," she said. "Enjoy yo

Chapter 195: Olive's POVThe admission hung in the air—Grayson's quiet "yes" confirming what Brenda had just confessed—and I watched as my mother's face transformed from shock into something cold and hard and absolutely terrifying."Get out," she said to Grayson, her voice so calm it was almost worse than if she'd been screaming. "Get out of this room. Get out of this restaurant. Get the fuck out of my life.""Diane, please, if you would just listen—""OUT!" my mother roared, and I'd never heard her sound like that before, never seen her lose control so completely.Grayson flinched like she'd struck him, and I could see him warring with himself over whether to try to stay and explain or just do what she'd asked.He chose the latter, turning toward the door with his head down, his shoulders hunched, looking like a man who'd just lost everything that mattered.But before he could actually leave, Brenda's voice rang out again, stopping everyone mid-movement."Wait."It was one word, but

Chapter 197: Olive's POV"What problem?" I asked, already dreading whatever Jessica was about to say because nothing good ever started with "we have a problem."Jessica shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her fingers still doing that nervous crossing thing, and I watched as her face went through several expressions before settling on something that looked almost apologetic."Well," she started slowly. "I've been informed that the project will be launched this week—the Quantum AI campaign that we've been working on. The one with all the photoshoot concepts and celebrity endorsements."I nodded, not understanding yet why this was a problem.We'd been working on that project for weeks now, Zane, Antonio and I, have been collaborating on ideas late obviously each person on different days, because I wasn't mentally capable of working closely with both of them at the same time, and we have been building something that they were both honestly proud of."Okay," I said carefully. "T

Chapter 199: Olive's POVShe turned to look at me then, and something in her expression softened."It's not your fault," she said quietly. "None of this is your fault, Olive. You didn't know. You couldn't have stopped it."We sat in silence for another moment before I forced myself to ask the question that needed asking."So you're not ready to go back," I said. "To your matrimonial home. Not yet."It wasn't really a question, but she answered anyway."No," she whispered. "I can't. Not right now."I took a deep breath."Do you want to come to my apartment?" I offered. "You can stay with me. For as long as you need."She looked at me with surprise written all over her face."Your apartment?" she repeated. "Olive, I don't want to impose—""You're not imposing," I interrupted. "You're my mother. And you need somewhere safe to be right now. So come stay with me."She nodded slowly, fresh tears spilling down her cheeks."Thank you," she whispered. "I'm sorry for ignoring your calls this pa