《The next door love》全部章節：第 71 章 - 第 80 章

The apartment was quiet, the city lights flickering softly through the curtains. After the chaos with Jason earlier in the day, both Amara and Elijah felt a mix of adrenaline and relief. Their earlier fear had melted into a shared sense of triumph — and now, the tension between them transformed into something entirely different.Amara leaned against the doorway as Elijah approached, his eyes darkened with intensity, a soft smile tugging at his lips. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low, carrying a warmth that made her heart skip.“I am,” she whispered, though her cheeks flushed. “Thanks to you.”He stepped closer, lifting her hand and pressing it against his chest. “You don’t need to thank me. Protecting you isn’t a choice — it’s part of loving you.”Her lips curved into a small, soft smile. “Then I love you even more tonight.”Elijah’s eyes glimmered as he brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was hoping you’d say that.”And with that, the quiet room became theirs.They spent th

The morning felt softer than any morning before.Sunlight spilled across the bed where Amara lay curled into Elijah’s arms, her fingers resting absent-mindedly over her stomach. Elijah stirred first, pressing a slow kiss into her hair.“Good morning, my future wife,” he murmured.Amara smiled sleepily. “Good morning, my overprotective fiancé.”He chuckled. “Correction — husband soon.”She turned to face him. “Still sounds unreal.”Elijah brushed his knuckles along her cheek. “You, me, our baby… and a wedding coming. Unreal, but perfect.”Amara exhaled softly. “Okay… now I’m nervous.”“Nervous about what?”“The wedding! Elijah, that’s a lot. Dresses, guests, food, venue, flowers… I don’t even know where to start.”He grinned. “Simple. We start together.”She laughed. “You say that now. Wait until you see Pinterest boards and fabric samples.”“I survived Jason. I can survive wedding colors.”She burst into laughter, leaning forward to kiss him. “You’re brave.”Later That MorningThe din

Elijah raised both hands in surrender.“I’m guessing this is where I disappear?”Vicky pointed at the hallway like a strict director.“Yes, groom. Out. Dress discussions are classified.”Amara laughed. “Go. We’ll call you when we’re done.”Elijah leaned down, kissing her forehead softly.“Don’t choose anything uncomfortable,” he whispered.“I want you smiling all day, not suffering for fashion.”Her heart melted. “I promise.”“And no matter what you pick,” he added, voice softer, “you’ll be the most beautiful woman in the world.”Vicky clutched her chest dramatically.“Okay wow. Leave before I start crying and ruin my makeup.”Elijah chuckled and walked off toward his office.The second he was gone, Vicky grabbed Amara’s hands.“Alright. Tell me everything. How are you really feeling?”Amara exhaled slowly, smiling.“Happy. Scared. Excited. All at once.”“And the baby?” Vicky asked gently.Amara’s hand drifted to her stomach.“I still can’t believe it. Sometimes I wake up and think it

The bridal boutique smelled like fresh flowers and new fabric.Amara stood just inside the doorway, suddenly nervous.“I don’t know why my heart is racing,” she whispered.Vicky grabbed her arm.“Because this is THE dress day. This is history. This is photos-your-kids-will-see day.”Amara laughed shakily.“Okay, when you say it like that, I feel like running.”“No running,” Vicky said firmly, pulling her inside. “Only trying dresses and looking stunning.”A cheerful consultant approached them.“Welcome! You must be Amara. We’ve prepared a fitting room for you.”Amara nodded, still overwhelmed.As they followed her, Vicky leaned closer and whispered,“Breathe. You’re not choosing forever today. You’re just finding the one that makes Elijah forget how to stand.”That made Amara smile.“Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s do this.”Dress OneThe first dress was elegant. Satin. Clean lines. Simple.Amara stepped out slowly.Vicky tilted her head.“Mmm… beautiful. But not the one.”Amara looked

Amara woke before the sun rose, her eyes opening slowly as the realization settled into her chest. Today. She was getting married today. For a moment she stayed still, listening to her heartbeat, feeling both nervous and unbelievably happy. A soft knock came at the door. “Bride awake?” Vicky’s voice whispered loudly from outside. Amara smiled instantly. “Yes… come in.” The door opened and Vicky rushed in holding two cups of coffee, already dressed and glowing with excitement. “Good,” she said, handing one over. “Because today is historic. No backing out allowed.” Amara laughed softly, sitting up. “I feel like I might faint.” “No fainting,” Vicky replied firmly. “You’re marrying the love of your life, not running a marathon. Drink this.” Amara took a sip, breathing a little easier. “Okay… okay. I can do this.” “You already did the hard parts,” Vicky added. “You survived drama, fear, kidnappers, family tension, pregnancy emotions… this is the reward part.” That ma