บททั้งหมดของ His sisters boyfriend : บทที่ 61 - บทที่ 70

Chapter Sixty-One : Jay pov The morning after we got back from Cole's father's house, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Cole was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him.I just lay there. Thinking about everything.The CEO. David Chen. The way Cole's father looked at him like he was handing over his life's work.Cole was handling it well. Better than I expected. But I could see the weight on his shoulders. The way his jaw tightened when someone mentioned the business. The way his eyes drifted when he thought no one was watching."You're awake," he mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.Margaret."Jay," she said. "I have news.""

Chapter Sixty-Three : Cole pov The morning after we won the Cup, I woke up to sunlight on my face and Jay's arm around my waist.The apartment was quiet. The city was still asleep. The only sound was his breathing. Slow. Steady. Peaceful. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there. Thinking about everything.The game. The goal. The Cup. My father's face in the crowd. Jay's smile when I found him after the game."You're awake," Jay mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "I watched the game. You were incredible.""Thank you, Dad.""I've been thinking about what you said. About the business. About David.""And?""And I've decided to step back. Let David run things. I'm getting too old for this.""You're not old.""I'm old enough. I want to trave

Chapter Sixty-Five :Cole pov The week after Jay came back from Paris, I woke up to the sound of rain hitting the window.The sky was gray. The streets were wet. Our apartment was cold. Jay was still asleep next to me, his arm around my waist, his breath warm on my neck. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him.I just lay there. Thinking about everything.Paris. The show. Four paintings sold. Jay's face when he told me. The way his eyes lit up."You're awake," he mumbled."I'm awake.""You're thinking.""I'm always thinking.""Too loud."I smiled. "Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He pulled me closer. Buried his face in my hair."I love you," he said."I love you too."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""Good. Busy. The season is starting.""I know. I've been watching.""You watch every game.""Because I'm proud of you."I didn't know what to say."How's Jay?" my father asked."Good. His show in Paris was a success.""I heard. Four paintings sol

Chapter Sixty-Seven : Cole pov The morning after Jay had dinner with my father, I woke up to an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize.I lay there for a while. Staring at the ceiling. Thinking about everything.My father. Jay. The investment. The way Jay looked when he told me about it. Confused. Unsure. Like he didn't know how to accept help.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio.Jay was standing in front of a canvas. His back was to me. His shoulders were tense."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about my father?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hands on his shoulders."You don't have to decide today," I said."I know.""But you're going to try anyway.""I'm going to try anyway."I kissed his cheek. "That's why I love you."The phone rang at 9am.My father."Cole," he said. "How are you?""

Chapter Sixty-Nine : Cole pov The morning after Jay told me about Richard's investment, I woke up to sunlight on my face and an empty bed.Jay was already in the studio. I could hear him moving around. Brushes clinking. Canvas shifting. The soft sound of him humming something I didn't recognize. I lay there for a while, staring at the ceiling, thinking about everything.My father. The loan. Jay's face when he told me he'd accepted it. Scared. Hopeful. Like he couldn't believe it was real.I got out of bed. Walked to the studio.Jay was standing in front of a canvas. His back was to me. His shoulders were relaxed. Different from before. Lighter."Morning," I said."Morning.""You're up early.""Couldn't sleep.""Thinking about the money?""Thinking about everything."I walked to him. Put my hands on his shoulders."You're going to be great," I said."You keep saying that.""Because it's true."He turned around. Faced me. His brown eyes were soft."I love you," he said."I love you too