Jeremiah And Conrad The Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

He looked lethal even while dying, his jaw clamped shut so tight I thought his teeth might shatter. "You’re very quiet, Iris," Conrick said, catching my gaze in the rearview mirror. "Usually, this is where the screaming starts." "I’m saving my breath to spit on your grave," I snapped. My hands were shaking, buried in the ruined silk of my skirt. "You betrayed him. You’re working for Jerome." Conrick let out a short, dry laugh that made my skin crawl. "Jerome is a fossil. I don't waste my time on things that belong in a museum. I work for the Crown. Even when the man wearing it forgets his duty."

Ace added when he didn't hear any response from her. Jake was really starting to get more curious by the way they talk. Even before, he already wanted Summer to end up with their boss Ace, he knew how lovely Summer was and he constantly tell her to avoid making herself ugly and old, but this woman is like a hard-headed prick most of the time.

“No cr⁠y⁠ing calls. No sad drinking. No ‘my life is over’ speech​es​. You were‍ way⁠ too calm. Yo​u had to be sleeping with someone.‌ I j‍us‌t hoped it was h⁠er.” Conrad laughed, sh‍akin​g his head. “Aw.‍ How romantic.” Jim‌my drop​p​e‍d h‌is c​offee l‍id by ac‍cident. “⁠J​ust tell‍ me one‌ thi‍ng. Is it as h‌ot and h⁠orny as I​ imagin‍ed?” Conrad stood​, stepp⁠ed closer, and whis​pered in Jimmy’s ear, “‌It’s be⁠tter.”

“Boss man is totally smitten with you.” I roll my eyes so hard it almost hurts. Yeah, right. He’s only doing this because I’m mad at him. Because he's scared I won't take him back. And maybe then I would have worked. Too bad Tamer talked some sense into me last night. “Smitten,” I say flatly, grabbing a mug, “is one word I’ll never use to describe Dmitry’s feelings for me.” Jerry chuckles like he knows something I don’t. “What's so funny?”

“Sir, it’s from Master Conrad.” Jeremiah walked over to take the phone. The next second, he heard his father’s voice. “Jeremiah, I heard that Blair is dead. Is it true?” “...Yes.” Conrad asked, “How’s Astrid?” Jeremiah paused. “She... regained her memories. Rahman just came and took her away.” Rory entered the house to see Jeremiah on the phone. He watched as the person on the other end said something, causing Jeremiah’s expression to change suddenly.

“Look, let’s clear the air. There is no bad blood. We can just move past this.” Jeremiah tilted his head. He looked genuinely curious, almost bored. He leaned in until he was inches from Ben’s face. I bit my tongue to keep from grinning. “I am actually here to say thank you,” Jeremiah said. His voice was smooth, quiet. “The gift you left me during our last meeting was quite memorable. I brought these to wish you a very speedy recovery.” I knew exactly what he meant. The last time they met, Ben had drugged him. Jeremiah was essentially telling him he hoped he would be dead soon. Ben seemed to understand the subtext too. His skin lost its color, turning a sickly, washed-out grey.

Then, he bragged to Niamh and said, "I've removed all the prayers that woman has prepared for me throughout the years!" Niamh crossed her arms and enjoyed how Beau listened to everything she said. "Our dear Beau is his own man. So, you don't need any of those idiotic things in your life!" Hearing her approval, Beau was happy as well. "Let's go, Daddy!" With that, Beau and Harvey stepped away from the altar. Harvey left coldly, and he never once spared a glance at Elara at all. "Hey!" Suddenly, Merida said, "I see Mommy's name with Mr. Harvey's name here!"

While Summer didn’t interact with Jarod unless it was to speak about business. Jarod stood a few inches shorter than Conner’s impressive six feet four inches. Both men appeared imposing by themselves. Together, they were a powerhouse of intimidation. They could have been brothers with their looks and stature. Jarod’s hair was lighter by a few shades, and he kept his face clean shaven. As opposed to Conner’s well-manicured beard and mustache. “Thank you, Mr. Ramond. I’ll keep it in mind for if I ever find the situation arising.” Conner witnessed Summer’s decisive conclusion. He observed how she resolved complex situations with admirable skill and finished conversations without causing distres

Lily watched him from the shadows, her heart hammering with a mixture of fear and awe. He was magnificent like this fierce, unbreakable, dangerous. But he was still hers. The door creaked open. Jeremiah entered, flanked by two men in tailored suits. His hair was grayer than in the video, his face more lined, but the arrogance in his posture was unmistakable. “Well, well,” Jeremiah drawled. “The prodigal son finally crawls to me.” Liam didn’t flinch. “You made a mistake coming here.” Jeremiah laughed, low and cruel. “You think some evidence and petty rumors can topple me? You’re still the naïve little boy your father manipulated. You don’t have the stomach for what it takes.”