บททั้งหมดของ A Deal With Mr. CEO: บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

ADRIAN Evander stood in front of my desk with a tablet in hand. I didn’t look up immediately, my eyes still on the file in front of me even though I hadn’t actually read a single line in the past minute. "Update on the Harrington dinner?” I asked finally looking up. "It’s been scheduled," Evander replied. "One week from now." That made me pause. A week. "Confirmed?" "Yes, sir." I gave a small nod. "Alright." That was sooner than I expected, but it worked. If anything, it meant things were moving faster than anticipated. "Email me the details." "Will do sir." "Anything else?" I asked. "No, sir." "You can go." He nodded once and turned, walking out of the office. The door closed quietly behind him. I leaned back slightly in my chair, my gaze shifting to Caden. "There’s still a chance of securing the company, right?" I asked, looking back at the file. "It's within reach right?" I looked back at him. Caden shrugged lightly, his former playful demeanor s

Amelia I locked the door back with a quiet click and turned around. Adrian stood there in the middle of my living room with his hands loose at his sides, just watching me. He didn’t say anything. He just stared, like he was trying to decide whether coming here had been a mistake or the only thing that made sense tonight. Then he moved. He crossed the small space between us in two slow steps, lifted his hands and cupped my cheek. His palms were warm, as his thumbs lightly brushed my skin. I softly grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him closer to me until our bodies pressed together. Our lips met halfway, hungry and a little desperate. My fingers twisted tighter in the fabric of his sweater, pulling him even closer as the kiss turned messy and urgent. He made this low sound in his throat that sent heat rushing straight down my spine. Without breaking away, he slid his hands under my thighs and lifted me. My legs wrapped around his waist automatically, my ankles l

"Resting, mostly" I said, stretching my arms slightly again. "And then later, I’m going to go see my mom. It’s been a while." He nodded slowly, like he was trying to process what I had just said. I walked into the bathroom to grab my toothbrush. I reached into the cabinet and pulled out a spare, still in its plastic wrapping, and walked back to where Adrian was sitting. "Here," I said as I handed it to him. He took it from me, his gaze steady. " Thank you. I’d like to go with you," he said simply. "To see your mother." I stopped. "Why?" He shrugged, "It’s about time we actually start talking about the funding for the business, Amelia. Meeting her in person makes sense." I sighed, knowing he was right, as I thought of him being in the middle of Mom's living room. Him stepping into family space was kind of big. "That’s true. Fine. You can use the toothbrush, then take a shower. I’ll get ready." "I’ll need to go back to my place to change," he added, glancing down at his r

Soon, we were done setting the dining table. Lunch was simple. It was pasta. We both took our seats with Adrian already seated. I sat across from him, while Mom sat at the head of the table, already reaching for the wine bottle. She paused for a second, looking at it again before smiling faintly. "Thank you again for this, I really do appreciate it" she said, glancing at Adrian. He gave a small nod looking calm as ever. "It’s no problem." Then he reached for the bottle. "May I?" Mom nodded, watching as he opened it with ease, like it was something he had done a hundred times before. Obviously, he had. He poured into each glass carefully, then placed the bottle down. "Thank you," we both said. We all picked up our glasses almost at the same time. For a few minutes, it was just the sound of cutlery and the occasional small comment about the food. Adrian complimented it which made Mom smiled. "So," Mum began, setting her fork down gently. "How did you two meet? How ex

ADRIAN I pulled into the parking lot of the hospital and killed the engine. Henderson had already texted me the details, room number, the floor wing and even the doctor’s name, so I didn’t bother with stopping at the main lobby or the receptionist. I didn't waste time, I just headed straight for the elevator. When the doors opened on the private floor, the smell of antiseptic hit me. I walked down the corridor. When I got there, I pushed open the door without knocking. Dad was sitting up on the bed with IV line taped to the back of his hand. Mom was seated in the chair beside him, clutching a paper coffee cup she probably hadn’t sipped from. Henderson stood near the window like he’d been waiting for me with his hands clasped behind his back. He’d been the senior staff at my parents house for as long as I could remember. The second I stepped inside, Mom stood up fast. "Adrian," she called. And before I could say anything she crossed the room and pulled me into a hug. She