Semua Bab Falling In Love With The Disabled Heir: Bab 51 - Bab 60

Aria's POV I stood at the entrance of Nicholas's apartment, my fingers fidgeting with the hem of my sweater. The moment I stepped inside, Mia right behind me, he welcomed us with a grin, his arms spreading wide in an exaggerated gesture."You made it," he said cheerfully. "Adrian's in the room. He has no idea you're here actually." I raised a brow. “You didn’t tell him?” He shook his head, looking smug. “Thought it would be better this way." I nodded with a forced a smile. Mia and I shared a look before I left them alone.“I heard you finally got a girlfriend,” Mia teased, and Nicholas groaned, rubbing the back of his head as they delved into a light conversation.With hesitant steps, I headed toward the room Nicholas told me Adrian was in. Arriving at the door, my hand trembled slightly as I knocked."Yeah? Come in."My heart clenched at the sound of his voice. It had been so long since I last heard it. Slowly, I pushed the door open. The moment I stepped into the room, my breath

Jameson’s POV After leaving Aria at the therapist center, my fingers tightened around my phone. I had been trying to suppress the gnawing irritation growing inside me since this morning, but it was no use. I had seen the message. Even upside down, I recognized the sender’s name starting with an "N." I didn’t need a damn soothsayer to tell me who it was Nicholas. That little detail burned in my mind. And that makes me uneasy, will she be meeting him again? Why? Why was it so hard to tell me she was going to see him? I didn't press further doesn't mean I was oblivious of what's going on. Pushed forward to the therapy session, at first I was at ease not until she said she need to be somewhere. Now I was left alone to believe the worse. Subconsciously, I found myself dialing Anastasia’s contact. My heart pounded heavily in my chest, hoping she was with him instead of Aria. On the third ring, she answered, “You know I'm mad at you, right?” Her voice was heard immediately. “We

Aria’s POVThree days. That’s how long Jameson had been unconscious. Three long days of waiting with guilt gnawing at me while watching over him without a moment's rest.He finally woke up in the middle of the night, relief flooded my entire body. His family had been coming and going, I finally texted them that he was awake and they promised to pay him a visit.No one was as relieved as I was. Even now, as I stepped out of the room to let the doctors check on him, I couldn’t bring myself to face him. I knew I had to, but the fear of what he might think of me, of what he might feel after what happened held me back. My hands clenched and unclenched at my sides as I paced outside the hospital room.I called Grace, asking her to bring food for him. It wasn’t much, but it was something I could do for him. Something that gave me a reason to be near him without drowning in my own hesitation.When the food arrived, I took a deep breath, steadied my hands, and walked back into the room after t

Aria’s POVThe cab rolled to a stop at the curb, and I stepped out, adjusting the strap of my oversized bag on my shoulder. My eyes scanned the outdoor coffee shop, and it didn’t take long to spot Adrian sitting under the shade of a large umbrella.He was wearing a black shirt with the top buttons undone, revealing just a hint of his collarbone. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and the sunglasses resting on his nose only added to his effortless charm. No doubt, he looked good—handsome as always.I, on the other hand, looked nothing like the woman he used to know. My hair was piled into a messy bun, and my loose-fitting casual clothes, combined with the oversized bag I was carrying, made me look like a mother who had just returned from a grocery run.What a contrast.As I walked toward him, he noticed me and waved, a smile forming on his lips. When I reached his table, he stood up, his arms opening slightly as if expecting a hug. I hesitated for a second before giving him a qu

Aria’s POVJameson was finally discharged after a week in the hospital. I should have felt relieved, but instead, I was caught in a frustrating loop of emotions I couldn’t shake off. Every morning, I made his breakfast, set it on the table, and left without eating with him. It wasn’t about the food—it was about the space between us, the words he wasn’t saying.Since I told him I broke up with Adrian, he hadn’t brought up the divorce. Not once. I needed to hear him say it, that whatever deal we had was over, that we weren’t bound by some arrangement anymore. That we were in this because we wanted to be.But he didn’t say anything.And the distance kept growing daily. The past two weeks had slipped away in a blur of routine. Between online classes and my cooking lessons, I kept myself occupied. Maybe I was avoiding thinking too much about him. Maybe I was just tired of expecting something from him that never came.Now, it was time for Kylie’s pre-wedding house party. Mia had finally cav