Wait For You Jennifer L Armentrout 소설 & 이야기

] [I'll have someone send over a new gown. [This one's grand enough. No more scenes.] After it sent, there was no reply for a long time. Julian stared at the screen for a while, his brow creasing. No matter how angry she'd been before, Elena would at least send something back to a message like that. Even if it was just a frosty "Understood." But this time, the chat box remained dead silent. A long while later, just as he was about to send another, one of his men suddenly pushed the door open.

Two years into my marriage with Luca Mancini, I'd gotten used to waiting. Wait until the accounts were settled—then he'd take me on our honeymoon. Wait until the family meeting was over—then he'd celebrate our anniversary with me. Wait until his men were taken care of—then he'd call the private doctor to see me. I knew how hard it was to sit in the Don's seat, so I never cried or made a scene about it. I even took half the work off his shoulders without being asked. Because of my patience and all the times I stepped back, things between us finally softened. When he was exhausted, he'd lean his head on my shoulder, kiss my forehead, and say: "My Donna, once this busy season is over, I promise

After all, it was her official first day after Natasha left. “If you want to make sure, you can also coordinate with Jake. He does things outside most of the time, but you can send him a message or give him a call,” He explained. There was no helping it. If he wants to avoid disaster, he needed to be patient with this woman. “Understood,” Jennifer replied. She sounded more upbeat. “Alright, just get me my coffee.” Jennifer left his office. But after fifteen minutes of waiting, there was still no coffee.

Chapter Twenty Seven Finally I arrived at work, Jennifer was waiting for me anxiously outside the elevator with a file in her hand. "Good morning " I said and she looked at me like I had grown two heads. "This file arrived two hours ago from the way investigator you hired, someone has been waiting for you in your office for an hour now. Good morning to you Amelia will Coffee do you any good " I sighed, the way Jennifer spoke showed me how exactly she was feeling about my actions today, I would make it up to her later.

In the east corridor Raze's radio clicked once, his signal, nothing verbal, the click that meant I see it and I'm holding, and I felt something move in my chest that was not operational and I managed it and kept my eyes on the screen. Four minutes became seven. Seven became nine. The waiting had a specific quality. Not the waiting of uncertainty, I knew what they were doing, I knew what I was doing, I knew the compound's response to every action they could take from that position. The waiting was harder than uncertainty. Uncertainty had an excuse for stillness. Knowing exactly what to do and choosing not to do it yet required something different, something that lived in the gap between readi

The car pulled up outside the Whitmore estate, and Julian Whitmore unbuckled his seatbelt. "Give me five minutes. I need to go tell my mom you're here." Five minutes came and went. He texted that it wouldn't be long. At ten minutes, he said he was almost done. At forty minutes, he said to wait a little longer. I stopped replying. Through the car window, I watched Eleanor Whitmore personally come out to greet a girl in a fitted red dress. The girl stepped out of her car, walked straight to Julian, and looped her arm through his.

Marissa had no idea how she made it back. Burning with anxiety, she took the fastest flight back to Nora's school. In the academic office, when the teacher handed her the unclaimed Northbridge University admission packet, all the blood in her body seemed to freeze. "Nora isn't going to Northbridge, but the acceptance packet should still be kept as a memento. I'll mail it to her later," the teacher sighed. "She came to pick up her documents after the car accident, sitting in a wheelchair.

“Bleiz, by the time you see this letter, I will have already left. As for where I went, I don’t know either, but you won’t find me. As for why I left, the reason is simple: I don’t want to wait anymore.” “I don’t understand. How much longer do I have to wait for you to take me away? Will you one day lie to me and say that I have to wait for your and Mona’s child to grow up, get married, and have children, or wait until you’ve grown old with her before you leave with me?” “Bleiz, my youth is also limited. I don’t want to continue waiting for you based on an empty promise that has no end in sight. Let’s say goodbye here. We will never meet again.”

I vaguely remembered that the code to the door was my birthday date, but now, it wouldn't open no matter what I did. I texted Nathan and asked, "I need to pack. Can you tell me the code?" Just like always, there was no reply to my message. It wasn't until my whole body had gone numb from the cold that the door lock finally clicked open. The passcode was Nathan and Lily's wedding date. A woman's soft, flirty voice spilled through the gap in the door. "Nate, feel this rosary. Isn't it smooth from all the work I've done on it?"

Luna came over and bumped on my shoulder, whispering, "I'm getting the feeling Carl's into you." I smiled wryly in turn. "We're just colleagues." - Returning to my room, I texted Carl. [Where should we inspect tomorrow, Mr. Graham?] His reply was swift: [Do you have any places you'd like to visit?] [You're the VIP, sir. You should decide.] I was a woman with a mission—would I ever dare run everywhere just because I felt like it? Still, my phone vibrated just a minute later. [How about Neon Pulse Amusement Park?]