บททั้งหมดของ Late Night Deliveries: The After Hours: บทที่ 141 - บทที่ 150

Lena’s POVThe silence that stretched between us in Kendra’s living room felt heavy, suffocating, and charged with an impending dread that I had tried desperately to outrun ever since I woke up this morning. My hands were trembling violently in my lap, twisting the fabric of my sweater until my knuckles turned stark white.Kendra didn't rush me. She sat beside me on the sofa, her posture patient and unyielding, keeping her hand resting gently over mine. She didn't offer empty platitudes or forced reassurances; she just waited, holding space for a disaster she didn't even know the scale of yet."I lied to you," I whispered finally, the words tearing past my lips in a raw, ragged breath. My voice sounded small, unrecognizable even to my own ears. "Yesterday... when you asked what happened after the celebration, when I told you my phone battery died and I went straight home... that was a complete lie."Kendra’s eyebrows drew together in a tight line, her gaze sharpening instantly. "You li

Adrian’s POVThe doors of the office clicked shut behind me as I stepped out into the cool, damp night air of the city. The final hours at the company had dragged on like an eternity, every brief I touched and every contract I reviewed dissolving into a blur of meaningless jargon under the relentless weight of my own thoughts.My car keys felt cold and heavy in my palm as I walked across the subterranean parking lot, the rhythmic click of my loafers echoing off the concrete pillars. The text message I had sent Lena earlier—proposing that she come stay over at my place—sat in the back of my mind like an unexploded charge.It wasn't just my usual craving for her presence, that comforting anchor I always looked forward to at the end of a punishing day. There was an ugly, burning undercurrent driving me forward tonight. A morbid, insatiable curiosity that had clawed at the inside of my skull through every single meeting, deposition, and conference call.I needed to prove that Julian was l

Adrian’s POVEvery turn of the steering wheel, every flicker of the dashboard lights, amplified the cold, heavy knot of dread twisting in my stomach.Beside me, Lena was entirely oblivious to the seismic fracture happening beneath my skin. Believing that ever was alright, she was not aware of my thoughts—she radiated a relaxed, almost buoyant energy. She hummed softly along to the faint murmur of the radio, leaning back against the passenger seat with her legs crossed and her posture entirely unguarding.When we pulled into the building’s underground garage, she practically skipped out of the car, eager to settle in for the night. She was the one driving the physical affection now, wrapping her arm through mine as we rode the elevator up, pressing close against my side and whispering playful, teasing remarks about how much she had missed me during the week. Her touch, which used to anchor me with a sense of profound warmth, now felt like a cruel illusion—a mask covering a reality so t

Adrian’s POVThe rage didn't build gradually; it detonated inside my chest like a localized explosive. Without a single conscious thought, I snatched my father’s phone off the desk, marched out of my office, and stormed down the carpeted hallway toward his executive suite.I didn't knock. I shoved his office door open with enough force that it slammed against the drywall with a thunderous bang.Richard looked up from his desk, his expression shifting from mild irritation to a cold, mask-like composure as he saw me standing there chest-heaving and trembling with fury. I walked straight up to his desk, slammed his phone down hard onto the wood, and stood over him, my eyes locked onto his with a lethal, murderous intensity.Richard glanced down at the device, then slowly back up at me. A slow, infuriatingly smug smile crept onto his face."Ah. Thank you," he said smoothly, leaning back in his leather chair and lacing his fingers together over his stomach. "I must have left it on your des

Adrian’s POVEvery time I closed my eyes, the image of my father’s face, smug and unapologetic, flashed behind my eyelids. Every memory of Lena smiling up at me, whispering sweet reassurances while secretly sharing her body with the man who raised me, felt like acid poured over an open wound.My mind—usually sharp, cold, and calculated—had completely abandoned logic. It was replaced by a primitive, overwhelming need for retribution. She thought she had wiped her slate clean. She thought a deleted chat history and a clean phone screen meant she had outsmarted the trap. She had no idea that the trap was just being rebuilt around her, heavier, darker, and inescapable.Knock. Knock.The sharp rapping on my office door broke through my spiraling thoughts. Before I could even issue a command, the door creaked open, and one of my junior administrative assistants poked his head in, looking slightly hesitant."Mr. Adrian?" he began, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Sorry to interrupt