All Chapters of He Chose My Sister, So I Married His Enemy: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

I was reviewing intake numbers for the second cohort when my phone buzzed on the desk. What are you wearing tomorrow? I stared at it for a second before typing back. Clothes. Unhelpful, he replied. Why do you need to know? Planning. I distrusted that word immediately. You are not planning my clothes. Then send options. Absolutely not.I finished the meeting, competent and focused despite him, and got back to my desk to find another message waiting. That evening on our call, he asked whether I was picking him up. "No," I told him. "You're really not coming to the airport?" "We've had enough emotional experiences in airports." "Fair," he said, and I told him the car would bring him home, that I'd be there instead. "And you'll be there?" "Where else would I be?" "Good," he said, and I heard how much that simple word carried.He asked why I wasn't coming, and I told him plainly. "I want you to come home." Not the country. Not landing safely. Him, walking through our door, back into the li

I woke properly trapped, his arm heavy across my ribs, his leg thrown over mine, and when I tried to shift he pulled me closer without fully surfacing. "Damien," I said. "No." "I need to get up." "I just got home." "You got home yesterday." "Still recent," he said, and tightened his grip like that settled the matter entirely.We kept getting distracted the whole time we were supposed to be getting ready. He kissed my shoulder while I brushed my teeth. I ran my fingers over his back on my way past him in the bathroom, and he caught my wrist and pulled me back for another kiss I hadn't planned on. In the kitchen he wrapped his arms around me from behind while I tried to make coffee, and I gave up entirely and just leaned back into him for a while, the coffee forgotten."You spent weeks insulting this," he said, when I stole his cup instead of pouring my own."Absence creates perspective.""You still hate it.""Completely."We both had actual work waiting, and we told each other we'd beh

"You're leaving?" Damien asked, watching me fasten my watch from the doorway."Apparently."He glanced at the clock. "It's seven-thirty.""Very observant.""I thought we were having breakfast.""We are. I'm just having mine faster than you planned," I told him, and grabbed a piece of toast on my way past, leaving him standing there mildly bewildered by a morning that clearly hadn't matched whatever he'd imagined.I had an early staff meeting, the kind that used to feel impossible to schedule before I trusted my team enough to run without me hovering over every decision. Damien followed me into the bedroom while I finished getting ready, stealing a bite of toast off my plate despite having his own breakfast waiting downstairs."Some of us run organizations," I told him."I've heard terrible things about those people."He straightened my collar, which didn't need straightening, and I let him do it anyway because his hands lingered a moment longer than the task required. I warned him not

"Now?" I asked.Damien looked at the building. "Unless it disappears overnight."Most of the staff had gone home for the day, and I told him so, half expecting he'd want to come back tomorrow when there was more to actually see. He said he didn't need a tour. He just wanted to see where I disappeared to.I swiped us in at the entrance, and the security guard nodded at me the way he always did, already reaching for the second badge before I finished asking. Damien noticed. I knew which door stuck if you didn't lift the handle first, which room was always too cold no matter the season, where the decent coffee actually lived because the machine in the main kitchen had never worked properly.He started down the wrong corridor almost immediately."Wrong way," I told him.He looked back at me. "I knew that.""Of course.""I was assessing your signage.""And?""Hostile."We hadn't gotten far before a staff member caught me near the intake office, a genuine question about a revised workshop s

"What should I wear?" I asked, standing in front of the wardrobe with no idea where we were even going."Something you like.""That's useless.""I wasn't dressing you," he said.I chose something I actually wanted to wear. There was no dress code to consider, no room full of people I needed to satisfy, just me deciding what I liked and putting it on.He wouldn't tell me where we were going the entire drive. It turned out to be a small restaurant tucked along a street I'd never noticed before, with tables spilling onto the pavement and nothing about it screaming money or status. His hand found the small of my back as he guided me to our table, and he pulled my chair slightly closer to his instead of leaving proper distance between them."I've never been here," I said."Neither have I.""You didn't do research?""I did some research. I chose not to guarantee it."We ordered, and he immediately reached over and stole something off my plate before his own food had even arrived, which earn