Semua Bab The Wrong Kind Of Love: Bab 11 - Bab 20

KENDRICKTwo days.The words echoed in my head long after William ended the sentence.Beside me, Yulia looked completely stunned, clutching her phone tightly while panic flickered across her face.“What?” she asked. “Why are you coming back so soon?”Her father sighed over the line. “An important case came up unexpectedly. I have to return to London earlier than planned.”“Oh.” She tried to sound normal, but I could tell her mind was racing.They continued to talk. Meanwhile, all I could think about was the fact that the little bubble Yulia and I had created was about to become a lot more complicated.Eventually the call ended. Silence filled the room immediately afterward.Yulia slowly lowered the phone before turning toward me. “What now?”I studied her carefully, seeing the nervousness in her eyes. I reached for her hand calmly. “It doesn’t change anything for me.”“What?”“If your father comes back and you move home, we’ll still see each other.” I shrugged lightly. “You can come h

YULIAThe drive home felt different. Maybe it was because I was officially Kendrick's girlfriend now. Or maybe it was because I still couldn't believe any of this was real. The city lights blurred past the window while a smile refused to leave my face.Beside me, Kendrick glanced over. “What are you smiling about?”I looked away quickly. “Nothing.”“Liar.”I laughed softly. “I just had a good night.”His expression softened. “So did I."By the time we reached the mansion, my heart felt impossibly full.Kendrick came around to open my door, and I slipped my hand into his as we walked inside. We stopped near the staircase inside. Neither of us seemed eager to say goodnight.“You should get some sleep,” Kendrick said eventually.I smiled. “Probably.”Yet neither of us moved. His hand tightened around mine. “Today was perfect.”My chest fluttered. “It was.”He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his gaze holding mine for a long moment before he kissed me.“I want you now, Peaches.”M

YULIAThe car ride felt quieter than usual. Kendrick’s hand rested lightly on my thigh, his thumb moving in slow, absent-minded circles like he could feel every thought I was trying to suppress.“You’re overthinking again,” he said without looking at me.“I’m not,” I lied immediately.That made him exhale a quiet laugh. “Yes, you are.”I glanced at him. “I just… haven’t seen them in a while, and now we're dating…”“You’re meeting your father,” he corrected gently. “Not performing a courtroom argument.”I huffed. “It feels like one.”His hand tightened slightly on my thigh, grounding me without saying anything for a moment.Then softly, “Stop thinking too much.”“I can’t just—”“Yes, you can.”His tone wasn’t commanding. It was steady. Certain. Like he already knew what calmed me better than I did.I swallowed and leaned back into the seat slightly. The rest of the ride passed in quieter breaths.When the car finally slowed, I looked up. My chest tightened. Home.Kendrick followed my g

KENDRICKThe morning light spilled through the curtains, painting soft streaks across the room. For a long moment, I simply lay there staring at the ceiling, feeling the steady rise and fall of Yulia breathing against my shoulder.This felt like peace. That was the strange thing. My life had never been peaceful. My days were meetings, negotiations, investors, deadlines, and problems worth millions of pounds. Even when things went right, there was always another fire waiting to be put out.Yet somehow, the girl asleep beside me managed to silence all of it. I glanced down to see that Yulia had somehow stolen half the blanket and most of the bed.I smirked.Then she shifted closer in her sleep, pressing her face into my chest. My smirk disappeared, and my chest tightened. Looking at her, this felt reckless. That was what this was becoming. Reckless because I was getting used to it. Reckless because I wanted more, and I couldn't imagine letting her go.My phone vibrated on the nightstand

KENDRICKI didn't tell Yulia about the photographs. Maybe I should have, but when I looked at her last night, smiling and talking on the phone with Sophie and Adeline, I couldn't bring myself to do it.She'd spent the last few weeks happy. Really happy. I wasn't about to be the one who took that away. Unfortunately, that didn't stop me from thinking about it. The anonymous message sat at the back of my mind like a splinter.Enjoy your girlfriend while you can.The words weren't a threat, not directly, that was what bothered me. Threats were easy. Threats gave you something to fight. This felt different. Calculated. Patient.Whoever sent it wasn't trying to scare me. They wanted me to know they were watching, and people like that were dangerous.By seven-thirty the next morning, I was already in my office. I needed answers ASAP. I stared at my phone screen again. The photographs of us at the restaurant. The parking lot. Outside my house. Each image had been taken from a different angle