All Chapters of When I Realized I Had Lost My Angel: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

A week later, the imposing, composed man sat at the head of the table, surrounded by several businessmen. Files and contracts were spread out before them.His hand rested on the edge of the table as he slowly turned a page. Then he raised his eyes toward the man seated opposite him."I believe this is the final version of the agreement," Daniel said, sliding the file toward him.Alexander reached out and took the file without haste.He flipped through several pages, then stopped at a particular clause and pointed to it with his finger."What about this?"Daniel leaned forward slightly over the table to examine the section Alexander had indicated."That clause concerns the second phase of the project."Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly."The percentage here is too high."Daniel smiled, then leaned back in his chair."I knew you'd object."Alexander calmly closed the file and pushed it back across the table."Because it needs to be revised."Daniel chuckled softly and reached for his

The assailant slowly raised his eyes. The moment he recognized the man gripping his collar, all the boldness vanished from his expression.His eyes widened, and he took half a step backward, even though the hand holding him wouldn't allow him to retreat any farther."Mr. Alexander?!"Alexander remained silent, his eyes fixed on him with terrifying coldness.His expression was calm, but his grip on the man's collar was enough to reveal the anger he made no effort to conceal.He leaned closer and spoke in a low voice."You're lucky this is Daniel's party."The man swallowed hard and tried to free his shirt from Alexander's grasp."I... I didn't mean to—"Alexander cut him off with a sharp look."I don't want to hear your excuses."He shoved the man away. The man stumbled backward several steps as some of the guests hurried to remove him from the area.As for Elena, she remained where she was, as though she still hadn't fully grasped what had happened.She stared at Alexander in silence.

The Next MorningElena stood in the middle of the living room, holding an old box in her hands as she began organizing the scattered items around her.Ever since returning from the party, she hadn't been able to sleep peacefully.Alexander's words were still lingering in her mind, and every time she tried to push them away, they came back again.She sighed in frustration, then placed the box on the table."I need something to keep my mind occupied."She began taking out the old items one by one.A few books.University papers.Old tickets she had kept for no apparent reason.Then she stopped when she found a brown notebook covered in dust.She stared at it for a few moments.She recognized it immediately.Her old diary.A faint smile touched her lips as she wiped the dust from its cover."I haven't opened this in years..."She sat on the floor and opened it.The pages were filled with her old handwriting.Little events she had thought she had forgotten, and feelings she had written do

Three days had passed since Elena had last seen Alexander.At first, she hadn't thought much of it.Alexander was in his final year at university and had plenty of lectures and commitments, so his absence for a day or two wasn't unusual.What was strange, however, was that he hadn't even sent her a message.Elena sat in the university library, flipping through the pages of a book in front of her without reading a single word.For the third time in a matter of minutes, she lifted her eyes from the book.She glanced at the table across from her.Empty.She sighed."Maybe he has something keeping him busy."She returned to her book.A few minutes later, she closed it in frustration."Or maybe I should stop thinking about him every five minutes."She tried to concentrate again.But she couldn't.Ever since they had grown accustomed to meeting in the library, his presence had become part of her daily routine in a way she hadn't noticed until he disappeared.She kept expecting to hear his v

Since then, something between them had changed. There had been no sudden confession. Neither of them had said any grand words to the other. But something quiet had found its way into the details of their lives, until each had become a natural part of the other's day. Elena knew when Alexander was busy. She could tell from the tone of his voice when he was tired. She knew he drank far too much coffee and forgot to eat whenever work kept him occupied. As for Alexander, he had come to know that Elena read in silence when something upset her, that she rolled the end of her pen between her fingers whenever she was thinking, and that she could never resist buying new books, even when she already had dozens she hadn't finished reading. They no longer needed to look for excuses to meet. Seeing each other had become a habit in itself. On some days, Alexander would wait for her at the university gates. On others, Elena would go to the library and find her favorite cup of coffee wait