All Chapters of The Billionaire’s Regret Clause;One Year Together. One Love : Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

The east wing extension planning application was submitted in June.This was Ernest's doing, primarily — the financial modelling, the architect briefing, the planning consultant appointment, the document that pulled all of it into the formal application that was submitted to the local authority on a Tuesday morning with the specific efficiency of a process that had been well prepared.Don had been involved in the shaping of it — the brief to the architect had been written together, the specification for what the additional space needed to accomplish had been their joint vision: two new conference rooms, flexible layout, a six-room residential extension to the east wing that would enable the estate to offer a self-contained corporate residence programme. The vision had been built over the spring in the way that their visions were built: in the mornings at the kitchen table and the afternoons at the partners desk and the evenings in the sitting room when the day's work produced a questi

August of the sixth year was the month the planning permission for the east wing extension was granted.The decision arrived in the last week of the month — earlier than the standard timeline, which Rebecca Harker said was consistent with a clear and well-prepared application. The decision was unqualified: granted, with two minor planning conditions that were straightforward and had been anticipated. No objections had been maintained past the initial consultation period. Fletcher's concern had been resolved by the addendum and documented accordingly.Ernest read the decision letter at the kitchen table on the Tuesday morning it arrived. He read it twice. He set it down.Don was across the table. He looked at Ernest's expression. "Granted," he said."Yes," Ernest said.Don picked up the letter. He read it. He set it back on the table. He looked at it for a moment."Year eight or nine for the opening," Ernest said. "The construction timeline is eighteen months minimum. We start the tend

The atlas had been on the desk for three days before either of them mentioned it.Ernest had taken it down from the shelf in the study on a Wednesday — the Wednesday that had been bread, and the loaves were cooling on the rack in the kitchen, and he had come through to the study to find a letter from the estate's surveyor and had pulled the atlas down for reasons he did not immediately examine. He had looked at it briefly. He had set it on the desk. He had gone back to the kitchen to turn the loaves.It remained on the desk. Don walked past the study twice on Thursday — once in the morning, once in the early evening — and both times Ernest watched him note the atlas without comment. Don was not a man who commented on things before he was ready to comment on them. This was a quality Ernest had learned over six years to read accurately. The not-commenting was itself a kind of commentary. It meant: I have seen that. I am thinking about that. I will speak when I have something to say.On

The surveyor's report on the east wing came on a Wednesday.Not the bread Wednesday—the other Wednesday of the month, the one that was accounts and correspondence and the particular administrative texture of running an estate that was also a programme. The distinction between Wednesdays had become established in the fourth year, when the administrative demands of the estate had grown beyond what could be handled in the margins of other days. The bread Wednesdays were for making. The other Wednesdays were for managing. Ernest had come to value both, though for different reasons.The report arrived by courier at nine in the morning. Ernest took it from the courier at the front door—the courier was a woman named Margaret who had been delivering to the estate since the second year and who always asked after Don's health and the garden's progress. Ernest gave her a report on both (Don was well, the garden was dormant but preparing) and brought the package to the study.He had been expectin

By the fourth week of November, Don had finished the Byzantine history and the collection of essays and had started the food book, which he read with particular attention.Ernest knew this because of the notes.Don did not annotate books—this was a long-established preference, expressed once in the second year and not revisited. The book belongs to its argument, not to my reaction to it, Don had said, and Ernest had understood that this was not a rule about books but a principle about respect. The argument deserved to be encountered on its own terms. The reader's reactions were secondary. To write in the margin was to assert that the reader's response was as important as the argument itself, and Don did not believe this was true.But he kept a notebook.The notebook for Greece had appeared on his nightstand in the third week of November—a small moleskine, the kind sold at the stationer's in town, the kind that Don used for projects that required sustained thought. Ernest had seen Don