All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

YULIAAfter what seemed like some minutes had passed, with Kendrick saying nothing but choosing to stare at me across the room, I opened my mouth to speak.“What—” I started, but Kendrick closed the distance between us before I could finish.His eyes searched mine. “You haven't answered my calls.” He murmured. “And you haven't replied to a single message.”I folded my arms across my chest. “Is that why you went through all this?”He frowned, shaking his head. “No. Celeste came up with this plan. I honestly didn't know she'd lure you here.”I stared at him. “You expect me to believe that?”“I do.” He sighed. “She only told me to come over because she had something important to discuss. I walked in and found you standing here.”I studied his face. He wasn't smiling or joking. He genuinely looked as surprised as I had been when he saw me.I peered at him. “You know why I stopped answering.”“I know why you think you had to.”His words made me exhale slowly. “Kendrick...”He took another

YULIAThe scent of sweet soy, garlic, and fried rice filled the apartment before I even opened the paper bag.“I swear if this isn't my orange chicken…” Adeline muttered dramatically, snatching one of the containers.“It is,” I laughed, handing it over.We'd ordered from Four Seasons Chinese Restaurant in Chinatown. It wasn't too far from King's College, and after an entire afternoon buried beneath sociology and case law, neither of us had the energy to cook.Within minutes, cartons were scattered across the coffee table: Singapore noodles, Egg fried rice, Sweet and sour chicken, Crispy duck pancakes, Salt and pepper prawns.“This…” Adeline groaned after taking a bite. “This is why I don't believe in diets.”I laughed, settling comfortably on the rug. “You've never believed in diets.”“Exactly.”We ate in comfortable silence for a while, interrupted only by satisfied hums every now and then.She rested her chopsticks against the carton. “I can't believe we're almost done with our fina

YULIAI let out a yawn and stretched while sitting on the toilet. My bladder had woken me up with an urgent need to pee. I flushed and washed my hands. Rubbing my tired eyes, I adjusted one of Kendrick’s oversized gray shirts, swallowing my frame; the hem brushed the tops of my thighs. Looking in the mirror, my hair was tousled thanks to a night of incredible, sex-induced sleep. I washed my face and applied toothpaste to a spare toothbrush to start my morning routine. After that, I left the bathroom.Kendrick was still asleep, likely due to the blackout curtains. Even in the subdued light, my gaze fell on his lightly hairy chest. His hair also looked tousled, and one arm was stretched above his head while the other lay near his stomach.“Fine arse,” I whispered.A smirk teased my lips as I stepped closer to him. The comforter sat low on his hips, exposing his eight-pack and V-shape. Quietly approaching, I paused briefly before leaning down and gently kissing his lips. Kendrick sl

KENDRICKThe Fernsby Estate had never been this loud, not with music, but with movement.Caterers crossed the marble corridor carrying trays of champagne flutes. Florists adjusted white orchids for the third time. Staff moved between the ballroom and the garden terrace while the event planner spoke rapidly into a headset.In the middle of all of it stood my mother. “Those candles need to be symmetrical,” she said, pointing toward the staircase arrangement. “And someone tell the quartet they start at seven-thirty, not seven-forty.”I watched her for a moment from the doorway, fighting a smile. At fifty, Daphne Fernsby still ran an event like a military operation.I walked toward her. “Mother.”She turned immediately. “Kendrick, thank God. Tell them the champagne tower is too far left.”I glanced at it. “It’s literally in the centre.”She squinted at it. “It’s not.”“It is.” I insisted.She narrowed her eyes.I laughed softly and took her hands. “Go get ready.”She frowned. “But —”I c

KENDRICK“Shit.” The word slipped under my breath before I could stop it.Yulia's eyes widened for the briefest second. She stepped away from me, smoothing her dress as though putting distance between us would erase what had just happened.“Excuse me.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.Before I could stop her, she disappeared around the corner, leaving me alone with Natalie. Silence settled between us.I stared after Yulia for another second, my pulse still racing from the kiss we'd been foolish enough to share. I should've known better. We both should have. We'd spent the entire evening pretending, carefully measuring every glance and every interaction. Then the moment we were finally alone, all of that discipline disappeared. Natalie looked from the direction Yulia had gone, then back to me.I ruffled my hair. “Natalie…”She gave a small shrug. “I actually came out here to take a call.”I nodded. Whether that was true or whether she was trying to make this less awkward, I could