WIN ME, ATTORNEY: The Man I Should've Never Met のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

Yna woke to the soft glow of morning light filtering through her curtains, the city already humming beyond her walls. For a few seconds, she lay still, suspended between sleep and consciousness, until the faint scent of flowers pulled her fully awake.She turned her head.The bouquet sat quietly on her table, petals slightly open, untouched since she placed them there. A small smile curved her lips before she could stop it. Her body still ached with exhaustion, but her chest felt lighter steady in a way she wasn’t used to.Her phone vibrated on the bedside table.A message.Gabriel: Good morning. Did you get some rest?Her fingers hovered over the screen. Of all the things she expected to wake up to questions, obligations, noise this wasn’t one of them. And yet, it felt right.Yna: I did. Thank you for asking.Three dots appeared almost immediately.Gabriel: Good. I was hoping you would.Gabriel: I didn’t want to wake you earlier.She smiled at that, warmth settling in her chest.Yna:

The bell chimed as he stepped out into the rain soaked night. Yna sat frozen. “I didn’t want that,” she whispered. Tali exhaled slowly. “He’s jealous.” “Of what?” Yna asked. “Of losing you,” Lily said gently. Yna shook her head. “I never meant to make him feel that way.” “I know,” Tali replied. “But feelings don’t always make sense. Especially at night.” They paid quickly and stepped outside. Marco stood under the awning, rain misting the street behind him. His shoulders were tense, hands shoved deep into his pockets. Yna approached slowly. “Marco.” He didn’t look at her at first. “I’m sorry I walked out.” “I’m sorry I didn’t explain sooner,” she replied. He finally turned, eyes conflicted. “I just don’t like the idea of someone else being the reason you pull away from us.” She met his gaze. “I didn’t pull away. I just learned I don’t have to bleed in front of everyone to be close.” He looked down, jaw tight. “I don’t want to lose you.” “You won’t,” she

The city had quieted by the time Yna returned to her apartment, the kind of quiet that settled after midnight—soft, reflective, forgiving. She slipped off her shoes and leaned against the door for a moment, letting the silence wrap around her. Her phone vibrated. Gabriel: Did you get inside safely, darling? She smiled, that word still warm against her thoughts. Yna: I did. Yna: Thank you for tonight. A few seconds passed. Gabriel: Anytime. I meant what I said. Gabriel: About being here. All of it. She carried her phone with her as she moved toward the window, pulling the curtain aside just enough to let the city lights spill in. Somewhere out there, Gabriel was probably doing the same standing still, thinking too much, pretending he wasn’t. Yna: I know. Yna: That’s why I’m not scared. That reply took longer. Gabriel: You don’t know how good it feels to read that. She lay back on her bed, staring at the ceiling, the day replaying itself in pieces—Marco’s jea

The courtroom was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against the chest and made every breath feel deliberate. Yna sat straight on the witness bench, hands folded, posture composed. She had testified countless times before, but this hearing carried a different weight. This wasn’t just about proving guilt. It was about closing a chapter. Across the room, Ethan Valdez sat stiffly beside his attorney, his expression unreadable. Gone was the calm confidence he once carried. In its place was tension tight shoulders, restless fingers. The judge adjusted her glasses and glanced down at the final documents. “After reviewing the evidence presented,” she began, “including surveillance manipulation, possession of unauthorized access tools, and corroborated forensic findings, this court finds the defendant” The pause stretched. “ guilty on all counts.” A murmur rippled through the room. Yna felt her shoulders loosen slightly. Not relief just confirmation. The evidence had

The celebration ended the way most good nights did slowly, reluctantly, with promises to do it again soon. Yna stepped out of the bar close to midnight, the warmth of laughter still clinging to her as the cool air wrapped around her shoulders. The street was quieter now, city lights reflecting off damp pavement, the world settling into a gentler rhythm. Her phone buzzed. Gabriel: I’m outside. She looked up instinctively and there he was. Gabriel leaned against his car across the street, jacket slung over one arm, posture relaxed but attentive. The sight of him sent an immediate wave of calm through her chest, grounding her in a way nothing else quite could. She crossed the street, smiling before she even reached him. “You didn’t have to come this late,” she said. “I wanted to,” he replied simply. “Big win. I wasn’t letting the night end without seeing you.” He opened the passenger door for her, hand steady, familiar. She slid inside, the quiet of the car wrapping around them