Rejected By My Billionaire Husband,He Chased Me Back After D의 모든 챕터: 챕터 41 - 챕터 50

Adrian emerged from Colt's bedroom an hour later, slightly rumpled and sporting a small scratch on his hand from an overly enthusiastic dinosaur battle. Imogen excused herself to go play with Colt, giving Clara and Adrian a moment alone.They sat together on the couch, the morning sun streaming through the windows. They talked about work and the upcoming presentation and the general meeting with Kingsley Industries. They talked about Colt and his remarkable ability to memorize dinosaur facts. They talked about everything and nothing, the conversation flowing as easily as it always did.But Adrian did not tell her the truth.He did not tell her that they had met before, years ago, when they were children. He did not tell her that he had been the shy, awkward boy with the stutter, and she had been the only one who talked to him like he mattered. He did not tell her that he had loved her since he was nine years old.He did not tell her that he had been at the hospital in Brisbane five ye

The cafe was a charming little establishment tucked between a bookstore and a florist, with outdoor seating shaded by striped awnings and the smell of fresh bread drifting through the open doors. Clara had chosen it because it was close to the office and because the reviews mentioned excellent coffee and a quiet atmosphere.The atmosphere was not quiet today.Clara sat at a small round table, a cup of tea cooling at her elbow. Across from her sat Cassian, his gray eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her feel like she was the only person in the room. Beside her sat Adrian, his dark eyes flicking between Clara and Cassian with barely concealed irritation."So," Clara said, trying to break the tension. "This is nice. The three of us. Having lunch. Very... collegial.""Collegial," Adrian repeated. "Yes. That's exactly what this is.""I find it very collegial," Cassian said, his voice dry. "Mr. Whitmore and I don't often have the opportunity to dine together.""No," Adrian agreed

Vanessa was having tea with Sophia when her phone buzzed with a text message.It was from Bianca.Did you know Cassian was spotted having lunch with a mystery woman at La Petite Bistro today? Very cozy. Very intimate. Thought you should know.Vanessa's hand tightened around her teacup."What's wrong?" Sophia asked, looking up from her macaron. "You've gone pale.""Nothing." Vanessa forced a smile. "Just a message from my assistant. Excuse me for a moment."She stood and walked to the restroom, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Once inside, she locked the door and called Bianca."Tell me everything.""I don't know much," Bianca said. "My source at the restaurant said she was beautiful. Dark hair. Very elegant. She was having lunch with Cassian and Adrian Whitmore. Apparently, the two men were fighting over her.""Fighting over her?""Not physically. But there was tension. My source said it was obvious both men were interested in her.""What's her name?""Clara Hayes. She wor

The Royal Rose was one of the most exclusive tea rooms in the city, a place where the wealthy and the connected gathered to see and be seen. The décor was all pale pink and gold leaf, with crystal chandeliers and fresh roses on every table. The clientele was almost entirely female socialites and heiresses and the wives of powerful men.Vanessa sat at a corner table, surrounded by her usual coterie. Sophia was there, examining the menu with practiced disinterest. Bianca was sipping champagne, her eyes scanning the room for anyone more interesting. Three other women all wealthy, all connected, all deeply bored rounded out the group.The conversation had turned, as it always did, to men."So, Vanessa," said Caroline, a sharp-faced woman whose family had made their fortune in oil. "We've all been wondering. When is Cassian going to make an honest woman of you?"Vanessa's smile did not waver. "We're taking things slow. You know how it is. Cassian is a very busy man. And Emory needs stabili

The restaurant was a masterpiece of understated elegance white tablecloths, flickering candles, a view of the Dallas skyline that glittered through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Alexander had chosen it specifically because it was the kind of place that made an impression without trying too hard.Imogen was impressed."This is beautiful," she said, looking around as the waiter pulled out her chair. "I've read about this place. It's supposed to have the best seafood in the city.""The lobster bisque is excellent. And the seared scallops." Alexander settled into his seat across from her. "I took the liberty of ordering a bottle of sauvignon blanc. I hope you don't mind.""Not at all."The wine arrived, and they ordered their food. The conversation flowed easily—work, books, Imogen's adjustment to life in Texas, Alexander's memories of growing up in a family that had more money than warmth. They talked about their favorite authors and their least favorite movies and the strange, wonderful