Semua Bab The Man Of My Dreams: Bab 11 - Bab 20

Sunlight streamed in through the windows and brushed the heads of students as they moved from room to room in the King's Bridge University Architecture Quad in the midst of the autumn morning.She was sitting at a quiet wooden bench next to the fountain by herself, working on her last-minute revisions on her structural design homework on her tablet. Her mind was almost calm, for the first time in weeks. When asked about her mother's surgical date, she had been pre-programmed into City Heart Hospital, and her tuition account had a zero dollar balance. She had crashed over a frightening financial cliff she had been at for months and it was gone.But each time she shut her eyes, she did not see blue prints or tuition receipts.Her eyes saw the gray eyes of Adrian.You found me."The dream that had haunted her the past night still tingled her skin. It could no longer be ignored as a psychological malformation. Adrian was going through the same connection – that nocturnal sanctuary that he live

Inside Recovery Room 412, the only sound was the steady beat of the cardiac monitor's beep.Aurora sat in an armchair, clutched her mother's floppy hand, the mattress surrounding her was pulled up tight. Grace's face was paper pale, her greying hair pushed back from her brow, a transparent nasal cannula providing additional oxygen. The sheet was white, her chest rose up, slowly, fragile, but steady, under the white sheet.Alive.A breath shook Aurora as she laid her forehead against the edge of the bed. The fear that had been deep within her for since she was sixteen had finally relaxed, and she was plagued by a bone-ache.A heavy door behind her, creaking with silicone grease, opened.Aurora stood taut and ready for Damien's quick march, his demand for answers, his bruised ego demanding blood. But the steps were too silent, calm.The small visitor's sofa was draped with a dark wool coat. Adrian moved in gently to the wash of fluorescent lights with two paper cups from the machine dow

At the top of the brass doors to the Kingsbridge Administration Building, the clock struck the hour of eight in the morning.The autumn fog hung low over the stone steps outside, as it prevailed inside the executive boardroom. The walls were lined with heavy mahogany, and the air, with its faint aroma of roasted bitter coffee and imminent destruction.Vivian Sinclair was seated at the conference table close to the head, with her legs folded, in a perfectly fitted cream suit. Her pretty fingernails jangled against an open leather pocketbook. Richard Kingsley sat, like a statue of stone; behind his white, cold eyes was a storm. Damien sat slumped beside him, black faced and determined to look out at the rained-on window. He seemed as if he's waiting for a grenade he has set off, to explode.This is too much moral uncertainty," Dean Sterling said, his hands shaking as he adjusted his wire-rimmed spectacles. The leak to the student press – though not identified – is taking traction. If it

The platinum ring was installed coolly, like a frost bite, over Aurora's knuckle.It sat against her skin like a weight, a glow and an undeniable reality. Her father's old gold band, two other worlds, glinted softly next to it, on one shivering finger.Adrian didn't move back immediately.His thumb rested on the back of her hand, against her pulse beating wildly under the skin. He slowly, reverently, placed his lips over the sparkling gem, kissing her hand with passion.Aurora felt a shiver run down her spine, and it caught her breath.Everything from this moment on is yours to do as you wish, even bending your head, Adrian said against her skin, eyes gray, intent on her, no one else. Not the university board. Not Vivian Sinclair. Not his family.Adrian… Aurora whispered. She looked down at the diamond, and saw the light of the morning coming through the windows of the boardroom. “Your father told me that the Solstice Gala is coming up next month and that if we stand in front of that

The words lingered in the coldness below ground, in the garage.Tomorrow, marry me, Aurora.Aurora took a look at Adrian's eyes, which were gray. His sculpted cheekbones cast long shadows under the lights and his gaze was completely focused. It wasn't like there was any desperate calculation involved or like there was any manic edge as with Damien in the rain.​There was only him. The man that had walked through the mist when she had nobody to complain to.​"Tomorrow?" She was slightly startled, but did not retreat from his touch. "Adrian, marriages in your world take months of press releases, prenuptial agreements and endless galas,"Marriages in my world are unions engineered by men who live their lives as if it were a ledger," Adrian responded quietly. The attachment of his thumb ran the warm line of her cheek towards the corner of her lips. This is not their marriage; it's ours. We're getting a private ceremony at City Hall in the morning. It's an official filing with the state re