Hold on, Mr billionaire.
Over whatever it was that had started between us.
"You don’t have to control everything," I whispered back, my voice soft but firm. "Let me in, Adrian. Let me help you."
He didn’t respond right away, but his hand tightened around my waist, holding me close, as if I was the only thing grounding him in this storm. "I’m trying, Bella. I’m trying."
We stayed like that for what felt like an eternity, the weight of the world pressing down on us, but in that moment, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that we were in this together, whether he liked it or not.
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