CHASING HIS ABANDONED EX-WIFE のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 11 - チャプター 16

Daisy's POVThe apartment was quiet when I let myself in.I kicked off my heels at the door and padded barefoot across the hardwood, the cold seeping through my feet. My legs ached. My back ached. My face ached from smiling at strangers who'd wanted to congratulate me, photograph me, tell me how wonderful I was.I wanted to crawl into bed and sleep for a week.But first, I needed to breathe.I poured myself a glass of wine and sank onto the couch. The window looked out over the city, and I watched the lights flicker in the distance. Milan at night. Beautiful. Lonely.Bradley’s voice still lingered in my head—"Come with me"—low and warm enough to feel like a hand at the small of my back. Natalie had been nearly vibrating, insisting he was flirting, that a man like that didn’t look at a woman the way he had looked at me unless he wanted more than conversation. I told myself it wasn’t true. I didn’t want it to be true. I'd spent five years building walls, and I wasn't about to let a man

Daisy's POV"Miss Donovan."Bradley’s voice came through low and a little rough, warm enough to feel deliberate. There was a quiet smile tucked inside it, the kind that made the simple sound of my name feel like it had been chosen carefully.“Mr. Moretti,” I managed.A soft pause.“Hope I didn’t wake you.”“No,” I said. “I was still up.”“Good.” The word carried a low, pleased hum. “I’ve been thinking about that collection of yours. The way it moved. The way you stood there when the words wouldn’t come. Most people force something empty in moments like that. You didn’t. That’s rare.”Heat climbed the back of my neck. I sat down on the edge of the bed, free hand pressing into the mattress.“Thank you,” I said. “That means a lot coming from you.”I hesitated, then asked the question that had been sitting at the front of my mind since the moment the unknown number appeared.“How did you get my number?”There was a soft, almost lazy smile in his voice when he answered.“I’m very resourcef

Daisy's POVHis eyes searched mine for a moment and I couldn’t stand it. I finally pulled back.At the same time his hand withdrew, the warmth of his fingers leaving my cheek in a slow, deliberate retreat. The loss of his touch left a cool spot on my skin. I turned toward the window, heart still beating too hard, and stared at the passing hills without really seeing them.What’s wrong with me?Five years of careful walls, of keeping every feeling locked down where it couldn’t hurt anyone, and one quiet drive was enough to make me lean toward a man I barely knew. A man who was about to be my boss. The thought landed sharp and necessary.He’s your boss, I told myself. Nothing more.The silence that followed felt different—thicker, edged with everything we hadn’t done. I kept my eyes on the glass. In the reflection I could still see the line of his shoulder, the way he hadn’t fully settled back into his seat.Bradley cleared his throat softly. When he spoke, his voice was lower than befo