All Chapters of The Wrong Kind Of Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

YULIANo sooner than our car turned into Heathrow’s private terminal, I knew Kendrick had not been exaggerating. Still, nothing prepared me for the sight waiting beyond the glass doors.A sleek private jet sat on the tarmac, its polished exterior gleaming beneath the morning sun. The engines were already running, and a few staff members stood nearby, dressed in immaculate uniforms.I stared through the window, then glanced at me. “You weren’t kidding when you said you had a jet.”Kendrick laughed beside me. “I don't know why you keep underestimating me.”The car came to a stop. The driver stepped out first and opened Kendrick's door. He climbed out before walking around to my side. He opened my door and held out his hand. “Come on, Peaches.”I placed my hand in his, tugging at the strap of my purse over my shoulder. “This is insane.”“Good insane?”I bobbed my head. “Very good insane.”He smirked, walking us toward the stairs leading into the aircraft. The closer we got, the more sur

YULIA“Mmmm…” The first thing I noticed when I woke up was the smell of food. Savory and delicious. My stomach growled before my eyes even opened.I stretched beneath the soft sheets, letting out a sleepy yawn as I slowly blinked myself awake.The room was still dim, the curtains only partially open, allowing streaks of California sunshine to spill across the floor.I turned my head. Kendrick stood near the windows with his phone pressed to his ear.He was already dressed. His hair was slightly tousled, and one hand rested casually in his trousers’ pockets as he listened to whoever was on the other end of the call.I stretched again, pulling the covers closer around me. That was when his eyes found mine.His entire expression changed with a smile spreading across his face. “Let me call you back.”He ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket.“Who was that?” I asked sleepily.“My project manager.” He strutted toward the bed. “He needed confirmation from me about some changes

YULIAThe warm Los Angeles air greeted us the moment we stepped out of the cathedral. I looped my arm through Kendrick’s as we made our way toward our car.The wedding ceremony had been beautiful, elegant, and so emotional.Seeing Marion standing at the altar with that look on his face when Demetria walked toward him had made something inside me ache in the sweetest way.Kendrick seemed unusually quiet as we drove toward the reception.I glanced at him. “What are you thinking about?”His eyes shifted toward me. “Nothing.”I squinted at him like he was hiding something. “That is never true.”A smile broke across his face. “You were beautiful during the ceremony.”My cheeks warmed. “You already told me that.”“I can tell you again.”I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't stop myself from smiling.A short while later, the car pulled up in front of the Millennium Biltmore Hotel Los Angeles. The grand building immediately caught my attention.The historic architecture was breathtaking, with its

KENDRICKLanding back in London, I could already tell Yulia wasn't ready for the trip to end. She sat beside me in the back of the car, staring out the window with the most miserable expression I'd seen all morning. Her arms were folded across her chest, and every few minutes, she'd let out a dramatic sigh as though the universe had personally offended her by making us return to reality.I glanced at her again and chuckled at her childishness. “Cheer up, Peaches.”She slowly turned toward me, her lips still pushed into that adorable pout. “Yeah, right. Back to reality.”I kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin. “I'll leave you to finish your final exams, and after that, you're all mine to spoil.”She gave me a skeptical look. “You've already done enough.”I laughed. “Yeah, but there's more to go.”She tried to suppress her smile before eventually giving up and leaning her head against my shoulder. I wrapped an arm around her, enveloped in solemn silence as Edwin drove us

KENDRICKThe quarterly project review had gone on longer than I expected. I sat behind my desk, one hand resting against the arm of my chair while the project manager stood across from me with his iPad. The afternoon light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the office.My attention remained fixed on the figures displayed on the screen.“The development team has completed the second round of testing,” he explained. “We're still within the projected timeline, but there are a few areas that require additional resources before we move into the final phase.”I nodded slowly. “Which areas?”“Cloud infrastructure and security testing. If we increase the testing team by two people, we should be able to make up for the lost time without affecting the quality of the final product.”I leaned forward, scanning the numbers again. “How much additional funding?”“Sixty-two thousand pounds, Sir.”“Do it.”“Okay.” He made a note on his tablet right away. “We'll