His Rejected Billionaire Wife のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Adrian's POVShe drove well.Not aggressively, not cautiously. She drove the way she did everything — with full attention and no performance around it. We left the city at eight-twelve and were on the Taconic by eight-forty and she didn't ask me once to check the navigation.I watched the city disappear behind us.The house was forty minutes past Rhinebeck. A small property owned by a colleague of hers I would never meet — wood, large windows, a deck that faced the river through the trees. She had the key code and let us in and set her bag down and looked around once with the expression of someone confirming a decision they'd already made."Good," she said, to no one specifically.We walked the trail before lunch.It ran along the river for three miles and came back through a section of woods that still had leaves in the late November holdout. She set the pace and I matched it and we talked and didn't talk in the rhythm that had become natural."Dana called this morning," she said. "B

Adrian's POVThe drive back took longer than the drive up.Not because Lena drove slower. Because neither of us was in a rush to return to what was waiting. The sentencing was done, the weekend was ending, and Monday would arrive with the full weight of everything that came after.She didn't mention the envelope and I didn't ask. That was the agreement we'd built without saying it—some things needed time to sit before they required response.We stopped for lunch at a diner off the highway. She ordered eggs and bacon and ate half before pushing the plate toward me without asking if I wanted the rest. I finished it while she looked at her phone for the first time all weekend."Ethan texted," she said. "He's asking if we're back yet.""What did you tell him?""That we'll be back by three and he should come to my apartment at four.""He's bringing Cara."She looked up. "He didn't say that.""He didn't have to. He wants to talk to both of us at the same time and he's been seeing Cara three

Adrian's POVI arrived at seven with champagne and takeout from the Korean restaurant.Lena opened the door and looked at the bags. "You brought food too.""You signed a deed. That requires more than champagne." I set everything on her counter. "How does it feel?""Like I own property in Tribeca." She pulled out plates. "Strange. Good strange."We ate first. She told me about the signing—Dana had read through every clause one final time, confirmed the tax structure, witnessed the signature. Thirty minutes total. The deed was filed electronically and would be recorded by Monday."The apartment is legally yours," I said."Yes." She looked at me. "What are you going to do? You can't live there if I own it.""I was planning to ask if you'd rent it to me."She almost smiled. "At market rate?""Whatever you think is fair.""I think you living there while we figure out what we're actually doing is fair." She picked up her glass. "We can formalize it later if we need to.""Agreed."We moved t

Adrian's POVThe coffee meeting was Sunday at ten.Lena left my apartment at nine-thirty. She didn't ask if I wanted to come and I didn't offer. This was hers to handle alone.She texted at eleven-fifteen: Done. Come to my place tonight.That was all. No context, no emotion. I would get the details when she was ready to give them.I spent the afternoon with Marcus going over the Q1 projections. Strong across all divisions. The Southeast Asia transition had exceeded targets by eighteen percent. Chen had already flagged two efficiency improvements for Q2."The board meeting is next week," Marcus said. "Harland's going to take credit for the Asia numbers.""Let him. As long as he votes correctly on the budget.""He will. He's not stupid." Marcus closed his laptop. "How's Lena?""The study data held.""I heard. That's major.""Yes."He looked at me. "And the trial starts next week.""Three weeks. February seventh." I paused. "She's testifying second day.""You'll be there.""Every day."H

Adrian's POVI woke at four and knew I wouldn't fall back asleep.Lena was still beside me, eyes closed but breathing wrong for sleep. I waited.At five she opened her eyes. "How long have you been up?""Since four."We made coffee without talking. She had Dana at seven-thirty. I had my attorney at eight. The trial started at ten.Everything we'd been building toward since June.My phone buzzed at five-thirty. Marcus."Board meeting got moved to next week," he said. "I cleared your calendar through the fifteenth.""Thank you.""How is she?"I looked at Lena across the kitchen. She was reading something on her phone, coffee in one hand, completely still."Ready," I said.Ethan called Lena at six. I heard her side of the conversation—short answers, no argument. When she hung up she said, "He's coming today. I told him he didn't have to.""He wants to be there.""I know." She poured more coffee. "Cara asked if she should come. He told her to wait until tomorrow.""That's probably right."