Semua Bab Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Aria’s POVThe Nexy DayI sat in the room, fully focused on my anatomy class, trying to make up for what I had missed yesterday. My notebook lay open on my lap, the words on the screen blurring together the more I stared at them.A sigh left my lips. No matter how hard I tried, my mind kept drifting. My time here had been warm, comforting even. Being surrounded by people, all I wanted was just to have fun and good times with them.My ringing phone pulled me from my thoughts. I reached for it casually, but my brows furrowed when I saw the caller. I picked it up warily and put it on loud speaker.“Hello,” I said.“Are you free?”“No. Still busy with my classes,”“All right. I'll just get the maids…”“I can spare a few minutes,” I interrupted, curious to know why he had called me. He was just in the garden, according to him to have a meeting with his office workers.“I need my briefcase. It's on the couch,” Jameson said. I affirmed his request before hanging up. I can't believe he came

Aria’s POVThe next morning, I found myself standing in front of Mia’s apartment door, clutching a bouquet of fresh roses close to my face. My fingers tightened around the stems as I let out a small giggle, excitement bubbling in my chest.I knocked, then bounced on my feet, already chuckling to myself because I knew the moment I saw her, it was going to be chaotic in the best way. I waited, my heart pounding. I could hear movement from inside, and I bit my lip to stop myself from laughing too loud. The door creaked open, and I lowered the bouquet.Her eyes widened in surprise seeing me, and the smile on my face spread on my lips.“Bad b!tch!” We both shouted in unison, our voices blending into one chaotic burst of laughter before we practically lunged at each other.“Oh my God!” I gasped, hugging her so tightly that we swayed slightly.“Look at you!” She squealed, squeezing me back just as hard. “You disappeared on me, silly girl,” I pulled away, grinning at her. “I missed you too,

Jameson's POVI arrived home later than usual, my mind still clouded with thoughts of Aria at the restaurant. No matter how much I tried to push the image away, it kept replaying in my head—her sitting across from Nicholas, laughing, smiling in a way I had never seen before.I couldn’t believe it. She was on a date with another man. I could recall how she got upset when I told her that I'll be dropping her, not knowing she had gotten herself a special ride. And to make matters worse, she texted me—me—that she wasn’t coming home.My irritation knew no bounds.Did she enjoy his company that much? Enough to spend the night at his place? The thought alone made my grip on the wheelchair tighten as I moved through the hallway.The meeting at the restaurant wasn't an important one. But my instincts had pushed me to attend, and to my dismay, I witnessed the gruesome sight ever. Both seated by the glass window, smiling and gisting, staring into each other's eyes.I hadn’t even planned on comi

Author’s POVJameson arrived at his company with an unusual expression, one that caught the attention of every employee who crossed his path. His mood had drastically shifted overnight. Just yesterday, he had been as irritable as a storm cloud, snapping at anyone who dared to breathe too loudly. But today, there was something different. He was… smiling.To make things even stranger, a fancy lunchbox sat proudly on his desk, positioned in a way that made it impossible for anyone to miss.His assistant, Dagnus, couldn’t ignore the shift in atmosphere. He stared at Jameson as he signed the proposals he brought to him.“The meeting has been rescheduled tomorrow at 2 PM.” He reported and Jameson nodded, handing over the folder back to him.“Good. What about the product launch for our new strategy? Are we still on schedule for the March 15th release?"“The production team is ahead of schedule and we're on track to meet the launch date. I've also confirmed with the marketing team that the p

Aria's POV I stood in the kitchen, carefully slicing apples into thin, even pieces. Beside me, a fresh banana smoothie sat in a glass, ready to be Jameson’s morning drink. His breakfast was simple but filling—avocado toast with a sprinkle of chia seeds and a side of sautéed mushrooms. For lunch, I had prepared a quinoa salad with roasted chickpeas, cherry tomatoes, and a lemon-tahini dressing, all neatly packed in a new lunch flask that had multiple compartments. One held a small cup of hummus with carrot and cucumber sticks, and another had a tiny dessert—dark chocolate-covered almonds. I took pride in making sure he had balanced meals, but today, my mind felt a little scattered.I was just about to pack everything when my phone rang. The sound startled me, making my hand slip slightly on the knife. I quickly wiped my fingers and pulled out my phone. My brows furrowed seeing that it was a strange number. Hesitating for a moment, I finally answered. "Hello?""Morning, Aria," a fam