All Chapters of My Best Friend's Dad Yearns For Me: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Caleb's POVThe call ended, but I didn't move.I stared at the screen for several seconds, Rosa's last words still sitting heavily in my mind.Someone had sent her a photograph of us and this meant someone had been watching her. Whoever it was had known exactly what they were doing.I opened the image again.The photograph looked harmless at first glance. Emily was beside me, smiling, while Rosa stood a few feet away. Nothing about it suggested anything inappropriate. But the angle told a different story.The person who took it had been positioned across the street. They hadn't stumbled across us but they had waited.My jaw tightened.Maxwell.The name came immediately.Then Reed. The man I had caught near Rosa's apartment.I couldn't prove they were connected yet, but something about the timing bothered me. Maxwell had been asking questions about Rosa's movements, and Reed had somehow obtained enough information to find her home. Now someone had taken a photograph of her with me and

Caleb's POVThe house was quiet when I returned.I stood just inside the entrance, looking around the room I hadn't seen in almost five days. Everything was exactly where I'd left it. The furniture hadn't moved, the lights still cast the same warm glow across the living room, and the silence was almost unsettling.Then I remembered the last time I'd been here.Rosalie.She had stood in that kitchen wearing an expression that had shifted between nervousness and curiosity while I cooked for her. Later, she'd been sitting on the sofa, avoiding my eyes because neither of us knew what we were doing.I could still remember the way she'd said my name. Caleb.I exhaled and loosened my tie. This house had never felt like this before. It had always been a place I returned to when I wanted silence. Now the silence reminded me of someone.I walked toward the kitchen. My eyes settled on the counter where she'd sat while watching me prepare breakfast. A small smile tugged at my lips before I forced

Caleb's POVThe meeting room was already occupied when I walked in.Noah Grey sat at the far end of the table, two lawyers beside him. Peter was on my side with our legal counsel. Nobody smiled. We didn't need to.Noah and I had known each other long enough to understand that meetings like this were never about pleasantries.I took my seat.“Kingston.""Noah."His eyes remained on mine. "I'll get straight to the point.""I'd prefer that."One of his lawyers opened a folder. "My client wants to understand Kingston Holdings' interest in his son's recent dealings."I leaned back. "Your son has been involved in conduct that warranted an investigation.""An investigation that resulted in his accounts being frozen." he directed at me. "Temporarily."Noah's jaw tightened slightly. "And you personally authorised this?""The complaint was filed through the appropriate legal channels.""That's not what I asked." he was impatient. Rightfully so. I held his gaze."It doesn't matter who authoris

Rosalie's POVThe drive back to my apartment was quieter than the one on the way to the restaurant. I had nothing to even say to the driver who brought me earlier. But this time it was Caleb. Yet, I sat beside him mute, watching London pass through the window while my mind kept returning to the same thing.The file. More specifically, the name I'd seen on it.Maxwell Grey.I had only caught a glimpse of it, but it had been enough to stay in my head.Why did Caleb have a file on Maxwell?I wanted to ask. Several times, I almost did.But every time I looked at Caleb, something stopped me. Maybe it was the way he had been all evening. He had been very relaxed, attentive and different from the intimidating businessman I'd first known at Westfield.As if sensing my thoughts, he glanced at me."You're thinking too loudly."I turned toward him. "Can someone actually do that?"A faint smile touched his lips. "With you? Sometimes."I laughed softly. "That's creepy.""You asked.""I didn't.""

Rosalie's POVI stared at the message on my phone.Rosa: Why did you have Maxwell's file?I had expected him to answer quickly.He didn't.The typing indicator appeared. I watched it until it vanished completely.Then another minute passed.Nothing.My patience was disappearing with it.Me: Caleb?Another pause. Finally, his response appeared.Caleb: Where did you see it?I frowned. That wasn't an answer.Me: In your car.The response came almost immediately.Caleb: How much did you see?So he knew exactly what I was talking about.Me: Enough to know Maxwell's name was on it.There was another pause.Me: Why do you have a file on him?This time, the typing indicator stayed for longer.Caleb: I'm handling something involving Maxwell.I stared at the words. Handling something.Of course.Me: What does that mean?No response. I tossed the phone onto my bed and stood."Seriously?"I walked toward the window and folded my arms.I didn't know why I was so angry. Maybe because I had spent th