Novel & Cerita Edward Cullen Wallpaper

Could Charlie really not notice his absence? She was still piecing her thoughts together when Rex had already replied to the message: Rex: What’s going on over there?! Moments later, a video came through. The footage was dark. Four or five people were walking up a narrow, slanted path. Among them, the tall man in a dark suit stood out immediately—it was Edward. Beside him was a woman in a red evening gown. There was light coming from below, seeping out through a door. A trash can sat by the entrance. It looked like the back door of a kitchen.

Vivienne only sealed one. The wall looked ordinary at first. Blue wallpaper. A framed moon print. A narrow bookshelf stacked with picture books Leo had barely touched since arriving. But now that Elena was really looking, she saw it. The bookshelf was not flush with the wall. Adrian saw it too. His face changed. “Julian,” he called, his voice low. Julian appeared in the doorway with Mrs Hale behind him. The housekeeper’s face drained of colour when she saw the key in Elena’s hand.

Even in his wildest dreams, Edward had never fantasized about joining Walter and the Campbells as a family. "Madam, Mr. Walter is very busy. He'll be here early in the morning tomorrow," Ezra said with a smile. "What kind of father is he? How could he come only on the day of his son's wedding?" Dahlia protested half-heartedly. Edward burst into laughter. "It's alright, Mrs. Emerson. I understand that Mr. Walter has a lot on his plate." Just then, Cecily and Austin came over hand in hand. The moment she saw the decorations in the bedroom, she grinned cheerfully and thanked everyone present.

Nothing. But Edward didn’t give up. He knelt beside the bed frame and started tapping the floorboards, checking seams, feeling along the underside of the mattress. "No offense," I whispered, "but you look like you’ve done this before." He gave a tiny, crooked smile. "Long story." Then—tap tap—his knuckles hit something hollow. "Hold on…" He crouched lower, reaching behind the bed. "There’s a hole in the wall here." He pulled out a small bundle of trinkets—buttons, beads, a broken bracelet—and several crumpled papers.

Light spilled through the gap. Emma hesitated. Then pushed it open. The sight inside stopped her cold. Edward sat behind his desk. The entire surface was covered in photographs. Hundreds of them. Old albums. Loose pictures. Stacks of memories spread across polished wood. A coffee cup sat forgotten beside them. Completely untouched. Cold. Edward himself looked exhausted. His shirt was wrinkled. His tie missing. Dark circles beneath his eyes. As though sleep had never found him. For several seconds neither of them spoke.

There was a short bookcase along a wall under three large odd paintings. Edward’s desk was along the far wall. He also had a corner view with floor to ceiling windows as two of the walls in his office. There were two modern white leather chairs in front of his desk. They looked like the ones in the waiting room but more like an upgraded version. Edward’s desk was sleek and black with a glass top. His chair was white leather with black outlines. He had very little clutter on his desk, just a computer monitor and an iPad.

"Okay, it's up to you." Then walked effortlessly to the bathroom. So after finishing breakfast, Edward immediately brought Chloe to his residence. He was carrying the woman to one of the housings in the middle of London. Chloe was led to enter a two-story minimalist design house getting out of the car. There were already maids who greeted the two of them. "Welcome, Mr and Mrs Cullen." Edward flashed a smile. He was always polite to everyone. Do not care about relatives, co-workers, friends, or subordinates. "Is the master bedroom ready?" he asked as he walked in. Lucia, the housekeeper who looked the oldest among the workers, nodded. "Yes, Mister. We have prepared everything as ordered befor

Chris glanced at the inside of the house and wanted to go in, but Edward had no intention of letting him in. "Will it kill you to let me in?" Edward looked at him without moving his eyes. "You're not welcome." "I..." Forget it. Edward had always had a foul mouth. He had to endure it! Chris took out his phone and removed another one, he presented the phone to Edward. "Look. It is the phone that I wanted tell you about. Don't you think it looks similar to Alexia’s painting of you?" Edward lowered his head and glanced at the phone in Chris's hand. When he saw the face of the drawn on the wallpaper of the phone, he frowned. It was an old phone in a pink colour and a baby doll hang as the holder.

The light casts shadows that stretch across the walls, making the wallpaper—peeled at the edges in thin yellow strips—look like rows of teeth. Caelen sits on the edge of the bed, his body angled toward her. He wears dark wool trousers and a shirt of heavy cotton, damp at the shoulders and collar where water has seeped through. His hair is flattened to his forehead on one side, strands sticking together like wet string. He watches her, his head tilted slightly, and runs his thumb along the inside of her wrist—once, then again, following the line of her pulse.

Collins ordered, stepping closer. Susan let the bag fall to the ground with a heavy thud. “What's the meaning of this,” she said, her tone dripping with disdain. Justin motioned for Collins to check it. Collins knelt, unzipping the bag and rifling through its contents. His hands froze as he pulled out roll after roll of wallpaper, his face twisting in confusion. “It’s… wallpaper,” Collins muttered, glancing back at Justin. Justin’s jaw tightened. “You’re sure?” Collins yanked out another roll, unraveling it for good measure. “Yeah. She’s clean.”