《Billionaire Second Choice 》全部章節：第 41 章 - 第 45 章

Adrian POV His office at night was a different thing from his office in the day.It was just a room.A room with his father's portrait on the wall.He sat behind his desk and looked at it.Daniel Vale. Painted at fifty two the age when the company had crossed a threshold that made the family name mean something beyond their immediate circle. Strong jaw. Dark eyes. The particular expression of a man who had decided that his way of doing things was the correct way and had never been given sufficient reason to doubt it.Adrian looked at the portrait for a long time.Then he opened his desk drawer.Took out the file he'd asked Jonas to compile three hours ago.Set it on the desk.Did not open it yet.The call had come on a Tuesday.He remembered that specifically — Tuesday, because he'd been in the quarterly review and his phone had buzzed twice and he'd ignored it twice and on the third buzz he'd stepped out because Seraphina only called three times when something was wrong."There's b

Adrian POVSunday had a particular quality.He woke to it the slower light, the reduced city noise, the absence of the week's forward pressure and lay in his own bed staring at the ceiling and let himself have the morning without immediately filling it.He thought about the file.About his father's portrait.About Seraphina walking through a departure gate he couldn't follow her through.He got up.Made coffee.Stood at the window the way he'd been standing at windows his whole adult life looking at the city, thinking, letting the morning move past him while he processed whatever the week had left behind.He noticed the quiet.Not the absence of noise. Something more specific than that.The particular quality of a space that only has one person in it.He looked down the corridor toward the closed door at the end.She's sleeping in, he thought. Leave it.He left it.He worked until noon.Laptop at the kitchen island, coffee going cold beside him, Sunday problems requiring Sunday solu

Three minutes later he pulled off the main road and found a parking space on a quiet street she didn't recognize and stopped the engine. She looked around. A restaurant. Small. The kind that didn't advertise itself no sign visible from the road, warm light from inside, the specific unpretentious quality of somewhere that was confident enough in its food not to need anything else. "I know the owner," Adrian said. Without looking at her. "He keeps a table for me on Sundays." A pause. "You should eat something properly. Both of you." She looked at the restaurant. Then at him. "Both of us," she said. He looked at her then. Briefly. The almost imperceptible shift at the corner of his mouth that she was getting better at reading. "The baby," he said. "I know who you meant," she said. They got out. The inside was everything the outside had suggested warm and unhurried, low lighting, tables with actual candles rather than the battery operated kind, the sound of a kitchen that was