Love, Lies, and a Billionaire's Regret のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 121 - チャプター 127

Jonathan's POV "Send it to me," I demanded. "Jonathan, the image isn't fully enhanced..." "Just send it." Daniel sent it, and I opened the file on my phone. The photograph has pixels just like CCTV quality. But the car was black. And the position, the angle of impact. The window was cracked open on the driver's side. The head turned just right, toward my car, in the half-second before the obstacle. I enlarged the image. The face wasn't clear enough to identify from the photograph alone. But three things were...The shoulder-length hair. The way the left hand rested on the wheel. And the set of the jaw. I'd been looking at that jaw across dinner tables, in hallways, at hospital bedsides for a while now I knew it. "Daniel," I called. "Yes." "I need you to be honestly. Looking at this image, who do you see?" "I'm not making a legal identification from a blurry CCTV image." "That's not what I asked." Then he sighs. "I see someone who resembles Elena Vale." I s

PENELOPE Adrian called at eight, not from the police station. The call came through while I was still in Jonathan's room, ready to leave. I stepped into the corridor to take it."I'm out," he said."Has Elena corrected it?" I asked."Yes," he confirmed.His voice didn't even sound relieved. it was flat and I was unable to tell what he was feeling."Are you okay?" I asked."I spent ninety minutes in a police interview room," he said, "with a lawyer I pay very well to handle situations I should never be in. Being questioned about whether I tried to kill a man. Because a woman I don't know walked into a hospital and said my name. And the whole time I sat in that room, I kept thinking about the fact that you knew it was Elena," he said. "You knew before I went in. You told me it would be fine. And you were right. It was fine. But Penelope...""I know," I said. "I handled it the same way everyone has handled things around me," I said. "I decided you would be fine, and didn't ask what you

PENELOPE He left before the evening ended.I didn't see him go. I was talking to someone near the Velour projection, a woman who worked in urban architecture and wanted to know if I'd ever considered doing anything with the cities beyond the notebooks. I was explaining how the notebooks had always been enough when I glanced across the hall and found Adrian's spot empty.His glass still sat on the ledge where he'd left it.He'd simply vanished.At the end of the night, I thanked Jonathan again and he walked me to the car but didn't try to extend the evening. He just stood on the pavement outside the Tate and said goodnight.In the car, I opened my phone and I received nothing from Adrian.***He called the next morning, and I was certain he had made a decision. "I've been thinking," he said. "About what I actually am to you. And what I want to be."I sat up in bed. Nora was still asleep in the next room."Adrian...""Let me finish. Please.""Last night, watching you stand in that hall

PENELOPE I walked to the door before Jonathan could stop me as my feet made the decision before my brain finished the sentence.Adrian turned and saw me, and his facial expression was the most complicated I have ever seen The woman beside him turned too.She looked about thirty, with dark hair and the kind of polish that took real effort to maintain. Her hand rested on his arm, and she wore the look indicating that she understood exactly what was happening and had decided to hold her ground anyway."P...Penelope," Adrian stammered."Who is this?" I asked, my voice has a hint of urgency in it."This is Camille." He responded."And Camille is?""We were together," he said. "For eight months. It ended last year.""Eight months. While you were in my life." I added.He opened his mouth."Wait," I said. "Let me get this straight. You and I started working together fourteen months ago. And this relationship ended last year.""March," he said. "Last year March."That was two months after he