Todos los capítulos de Love's Obsession: Capítulo 161 - Capítulo 170

Elara woke slowly.Not all at once. Not with a thought.Just with warmth.It took her a second to understand why she felt so anchored. So still.Then she became aware of the weight at her waist. The steady rise and fall behind her. The quiet rhythm of someone else breathing.Memory returned in fragments.The hallway.His hands in her hair.The way he had said her name as it mattered.Her eyes opened carefully.Adrian was asleep.At least, he looked like he was.There was something almost unfair about how different he seemed like this. No sharp edges. No constant calculation behind his eyes. His face was relaxed, his mouth softer than she was used to seeing it.One arm rested around her waist, his hand spread against her stomach as if even in sleep he had not quite let go.She stayed still.Listening to the apartment wake up. Pipes knocking faintly. A car engine turning over outsi

Adrian didn’t like the quiet.Not the ordinary kind. Not the “everyone’s thinking” kind.This felt like the apartment was holding its breath.Elara was still by the window, even though there was nothing to see anymore. A car passed. Someone laughed down the street. It all sounded normal.Which made it worse.Deborah stepped back into the room without hurrying.“You felt that,” she said.Adrian nodded once. “Yeah.”Elara looked between them. “Felt what?”Neither of them answered right away.Her stomach dipped. “I really hate when you do that.”Deborah moved toward the bookshelf, as if she’d just remembered something trivial. “It wasn’t random.”“That clears everything up,” Elara muttered.Adrian was listening. Not to them. To something else. His head tilted slightly toward the door.Elara noticed. Of course she did.“Adrian.”“Shh.”That made her chest tighten.

Across the street, Adrian disappeared through the doors.The building seemed to swallow him whole.Inside, the room was larger than expected but almost empty.A long table. Eight chairs.Seven people already seated.Adrian took the last one without greeting anyone. No hostility either. Just acknowledgment through presence.The man from the bridge sat nearby. His expression gave nothing away this time.An older woman at the head of the table spoke first.“You moved without clearance.”Adrian leaned back slightly.“I responded to a threat.”“To her,” the woman corrected.He didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”A quiet exchange of looks moved around the table.“You altered protocol,” another man added. “That’s new for you.”Adrian rested his hands on the table.“Say what you’re actually concerned about.”The woman watched him carefully.“You formed an attachment.”He

Elara didn’t sleep.Adrian did. Eventually.He always managed to after operations, as if whatever happened outside could be sorted, stored, and shut away once the danger passed.Elara lay beside him, watching shadows move slowly across the ceiling. Sleep never quite came. Every time she drifted close, her thoughts circled back to the same uneasy feeling she couldn’t name.By two in the morning, she stopped trying.Careful not to wake him, she slipped out of bed and moved into the living room.The city sounded different at that hour. Not quiet exactly, just distant. Traffic softened. Voices faded. Lagos never truly slept, but it loosened its grip for a few hours.The light over the dining table was already on.Deborah sat there surrounded by documents spread across the surface. Maps, older ones by the look of them, marked in careful ink.“You always wake when something changes,” Deborah said without looking up.Ela

Elara didn’t bring it up again that night.Not with Adrian.Not with Deborah.Keeping quiet about it felt like its own kind of decision.Adrian stayed nearby most of the evening. He wasn’t distant, just quieter than usual, like his thoughts were somewhere a few steps ahead of the conversation. Every so often his eyes drifted back to her, studying her in that careful way of his, as if he were trying to read something she hadn’t said out loud.Elara pretended not to notice.If she met that look directly, the conversation would start. And if the conversation started, she might say something she hadn’t fully worked through yet.Right now she needed time to think without anyone else’s reactions steering the direction.It was well past midnight when she slipped out of bed.Slowly. Carefully.Adrian didn’t wake.That caught her off guard.Usually he noticed everything.Maybe he was more exhausted tha