All Chapters of The Things We Don't Say: Chapter 121 - Chapter 130

True to his word, lunch was waiting in my room. It looked like a feast – rice, roasted chicken, fish, a tall jug of juice… it was a mini food heaven. I had my bath first, washing off the smell of all the clothes from the fashion house before delving into my meal.As I ate, I made a call to Nita. “Am I the only one having this beautiful lunch?”"I was about to call you to ask the same." I heard a door close. "I met the food trolley in the room. This has to be Jordan, but I wonder what is going on. I think he needs to see the doctor. That dude is about to get diagnosed with multiple personality disorder."I laughed at that. “He apologized to me. Said he was sorry for getting mad. But I don’t know, Nita. Is he serious? Will anything change? He didn’t try to dispute it when I reminded him that he is still my boss.”“Why are you worried about him, Marcus?” Nita breathed. “Especially now that someone is currently striding into the hotel, with a biker’s helmet in one hand.”"Wait." I swallow

I knew I ought to start getting ready, considering make-up was going to take a while. Yet, my legs dangled at the edge of the bed, and my hand was outstretched, holding a glass of white wine, while my eyes were glued to the screen of my computer, watching a show.I could do that on the TV, but it was just so much better this way. I'd been following this documentary on an archaeological killer, and it was just the perfect thing to take my mind off Joshua and Laura's silly face.Now, I had walked right into that trap.I sighed loudly, closing my eyes when the bile taste on my tongue hit. I tried so hard not to detest her, considering the fact that I had no idea who she was. At least, not until now. But the way her fingers kept grazing Joshua’s shoulder, the way he didn’t push her away or correct her when she spoke to me rudely…it was all too much, eating into my brain like a cancerous cell. Sighing for the umpteenth time, I opened my eyes and tried to concentrate on the show. The kille

“Hey,” he drawled lazily, his hand scratching at his eyes. He must have been sleeping. But I didn’t doubt that he did this. He had a wealth of people at his beck and call. It was one of the perks of being an author. And just like that, I snapped out of it, pulling my eyes away from his perfectly sculpted body to his face. But that didn't even help my situation. Why did he have to look this good?"Did you send this?" I settled for instead, shoving the box into his chest.With his dishevelled hair and the aura that settled around him, it was a mystery I hadn't cracked. Joshua looked confused as his gaze lowered to the box and then back at me. "I don't …."“It’s from the Arthur’s fashion line,” I helped him, seeing the confirmation I needed in his eyes. I knew it. "You can't do stuff like that, Joshua," I said, trying hard to keep my voice down. It didn't bother him that anyone could hear me. I checked both sides of the hallway before walking into his room, sidestepping him.Joshua clo

Nita called me an hour later. We were running late, so we had to do everything fast. When I knocked on her door, she pulled it open immediately, returning into the closet in her room.“Thank you so much for doing this, Marcus,” she said in a rush, already reaching for her shoes, while I handled the corset of her dress. “I don’t know what I would have done if it wasn’t for you.”“Heather?” I murmured, watching the instant grimace on her face. It was so hilarious that I burst out laughing. “I was joking. Chill.”“Don’t joke about her like that,” Nita muttered, still struggling between standing straight to let me put the corset in place and putting on her shoes. “You have to stay still,” I said. “If not, we’re not going to leave here in another hour.”Finally stopping all the jittering, Nita let me finish the corset. When I stepped away, I angled my head, remembering the dress. I knew it was going to look great on her. Red was Nita's color. “You got it,” I said, unable to hide the surp

It was a full event and a lot was happening at the same time. Friedrich, Enzo's father and the founder of the hotel, was called upon to give a speech. And he, in turn, called Jordan up on stage. I was wondering what it was as Jordan got on his feet, buttoned up his tux, and walked up there. Fiona, the host, smiled up at him as he arrived, planting a soft kiss on his cheeks. I searched for Heather immediately. She was sitting at his table, next to where Jordan was seated. And she looked really sad. Nita and Joshua sat opposite them, their eyes glued to the podium with equally proud looks on their faces. “Jordan Arthur,” Friedrich began. “Is one of the loveliest men I know. His parents, Mr. and Mrs. Arthur, have done such a fine job raising him, and it is good to see him take their footsteps, barely twenty-five. He is in medical school at the University of the Saints, but never ceases to come back when his family, his heritage, needs him.""And he isn't one of those kids who relaxes