Semua Bab The Billionaire I Met On My Worst Night : Bab 51 - Bab 60

The next morning, Aspen felt different. For the first time since Edward and Charlotte had arrived at the retreat, there was no tension waiting for them at breakfast. No security alerts. No missing evidence. No accusations. No whispered conversations about Sander Logistics. The lodge was simply quiet. Peaceful. Charlotte stood beside the large bedroom window, looking out at the snow-covered mountains. The sunlight reflected off the white slopes, turning everything almost golden. Behind her, Edward walked out of the bathroom, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt. He stopped when he saw her. "What are you thinking about?"Charlotte turned. She smiled. "How strange it feels.""What?""Having nothing to worry about."Edward laughed softly. "I was thinking the same thing."She looked back toward the mountains. "Yesterday, we were chasing Stober around the lodge.""And today?""Today, I want to do absolutely nothing."Edward smiled. "That sounds like a good plan."Charlotte turned toward him.

The heavy iron gates of the Stewart mansion parted, welcoming the sleek black car into the driveway. As Edward and Charlotte stepped out into the crisp evening air, the massive front doors opened. The head housekeeper, Mrs. Gable, stood in the foyer alongside a few key members of the household staff. Their smiles were warm and genuine. "Welcome home, Mr. Stewart. Mrs. Stewart," Mrs. Gable said, taking their coats. "I trust the retreat was successful?""It was, thank you," Edward replied, his voice lacking its usual sharp, corporate edge. Charlotte looked around the grand entrance hall. For the first time since she had moved in, the mansion didn’t feel like a fortress waiting for a siege. It felt like a home. The quiet atmosphere wrapped around them, a welcome contrast to the tension and danger that had filled their lives for weeks. They spent the rest of the evening simply settling back into their space, grateful for the profound peace that had finally returned to their lives.The

Charlotte woke to an empty pillow.She found Edward downstairs a few minutes later, in the sitting room rather than his study, already dressed, a cup of coffee resting untouched on the low marble table beside him while he studied Nancy's enormous leather folder like a general reviewing a map before battle. Morning light spilled through the tall windows, catching the pale gold trim along the ceiling molding, and somewhere down the hall Charlotte could hear the quiet clink of china as Mrs. Gable set up the breakfast service."You're up early," Charlotte said, crossing the room to wrap her arms around him from behind the sofa."I woke up and there was a folder on the table with tabs in it," Edward said, not looking away from the page. "Color-coded tabs, Charlotte. I think Nancy may have missed her true calling as a military strategist.""She'd take that as a compliment.""She'd frame it." He finally turned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "How are you feeling about all this? Honestly."

Thursday arrived with the exact kind of high-octane energy only Nancy Hayes could manifest. By ten in the morning, Charlotte found herself standing on a velvet pedestal in the private viewing room of L’Éclat, the city’s most exclusive bridal boutique. The air smelled faintly of vanilla and expensive silk, and the only sound was the quiet rustle of tulle as a seamstress adjusted the hem of a gown around Charlotte's feet.Nancy sat on a plush, crescent-shaped sofa across the room, a flute of complimentary champagne balanced expertly in one hand and her ever-present tablet in the other. "Okay, let's review the agenda," Nancy announced, tapping her screen. Objective One: Find a dress that makes Edward completely forget his own name.Objective Two: Select a wedding cake that actually tastes like food, not architectural fondant. Objective Three: Get through the entire day without uttering the words Stewart Holdings. "I think we're doing remarkably well on all three fronts," Charlotte

Across the city, far away from the sunlit rooms of the Stewart mansion, Andrew sat alone in his dimly lit apartment, staring at the glowing screen of his laptop. The exclusive society blogs had finally caught wind of the upcoming event. The headline glared back at him in bold, mocking letters: Stewart Holdings CEO to Wed in Intimate Coastal Ceremony. Below it was a candid photograph of Edward and Charlotte leaving a bakery, Edward’s hand resting protectively on the small of her back, Charlotte smiling radiantly up at him. Andrew gripped his glass of whiskey until his knuckles turned white. The news enraged him in a way he hadn't thought possible. It wasn't just that Charlotte had moved on; it was that she had moved on so completely, ascending to a world of unimaginable wealth and power with a man like Edward Stewart. Meanwhile, Andrew’s own life had completely unraveled. His relationship with Sienna had crashed and burned spectacularly, taking his professional reputation and his p