Watching You Lisa Jewell Novels & Stories

Riley’s POV I yanked him into the corner and pressed my back against the wall. My eyes narrowed on him the way a teacher looks at a kid who just will not sit down. He looked startled, still trying to shake off the move I had just pulled. He was tall, but I wasn't scared. “You,” I hissed, jabbing my finger at his chest. “You’re the one. You’re the one I saw outside the gallery window. Watching Lisa like some creep.”

He let himself be turned, slow, still looking at me, still not sorry. Past the crowd, past Callum steering him off, I caught Lisa watching. Not shocked. Every other face in the courtyard was moving—turning, reacting, finding somewhere to put its eyes—and hers wasn't. She stood perfectly easy, a woman watching something arrive right on schedule. It lasted until she saw me looking. Then she found somewhere else to be. The festival emptied out slow after that—the music thinning, the bonfire left to burn down on its own, people drifting home with the unease of having watched something they weren't meant to.

My guts were beginning to itch and I didn't like it. “She's leaving?” Lisa whispered beside me, causing me to startle. “Fuck! Easy on me Lisa!” I rubbed my chest to keep myself from collapsing. The last thing I wanted was me dying from a freaking heart attack. “Sadly, yes. She couldn't even say something reasonable. She just kept circling back to playing the victim card.” Lisa nodded. “I noticed. I saw how she kept looking behind you like she was trying to stop someone from getting further.” I turned to look at her fully. “You were watching us?”

" She never helped me up, so I lay there, sprawled flat on the floor, before dragging myself into a seated position with great difficulty. I raised my head to look at Dad's black-and-white memorial portrait on the altar, then helplessly watched as Dawn led Felix away.

“But I don’t think I can if I don’t watch this.” Jayden reaches for her hand across the table. “I’m going to watch mine again. I think I’ll hear it differently now.” “We’ll watch it with you,” I say. “Whenever you’re ready. If that’s what you want. Doesn’t have to be now. We’ll be back.” Lisa nods, lips pressed together. Her eyes shimmer with the promise of tears, but she doesn’t let them fall. “I’m ready.” “Now?” I ask her. “Yes.”

Just a few minutes later, Lisa brought a large tray of food containing different foods like toast, tea, fruits, coleslaw with a glass of orange juice and so many other foods. “Thank you, Lisa,” I said to her as she placed the tray on my bed carefully. “My pleasure ma’am,” she said and took her leave. I began to dig in and continue binge-watching my favorite series ‘How to get away with murder’. I was done with season 3 when I realized it was already 12 am, so I decided to finally walk around the house and explore since it was late already and I wouldn’t have to bump into Alexander. I wore my flip flops and left my room and began to wander the hallways.

Jules who was still at the bar, looking drunk yelled while everyone was staring at her. Meanwhile, Lisa is seen in her room going through what her spy had sent for her. She couldn’t believe Brandon and Jeff Mikealson were brothers and Hannah was the ex-wife of Jeff. She was shocked. She had asked her investigator to do more digging about Hannah, she needed to know more about her. She smiled and decided to go downstairs to get water. With what she had seen, she needed to drink lots of water to digest all of it. She walked inside the kitchen and saw Hannah standing inside the kitchen. Lisa hummed and walked past her and Hannah rolled her eyes without saying a word while she continued what she

"I told you before. I remember your heartbeat." For the first time in his long career, Damien Cross felt a sensation he hadn't experienced on an assignment: total uncertainty. And somewhere in the heavy darkness above them, completely unseen by either of them, the lens of a hidden camera quietly focused on the pair. Someone else had been watching all along.

“So, you two think I should talk to him soon?” Layan asks Lisa and me. Currently, the three of us are awake, watching a movie on Netflix while our backs are pressed against the wall that Lisa’s bed is glued to, but we’re not really paying attention to it. Lisa and I are preoccupied with convincing Layan to talk to Kyle.

Just… confusion. Not about them—they can have each other. They belong in a bubble of bad decisions and questionable taste. I’m confused about Lisa’s insistence that she won. This? This was the prize? Jasmine is still watching with a mixture of intrigue and disapproval. “That’s Lisa, right?” I shrug, sipping my juice like I didn’t just see a living, breathing cautionary tale. Lisa catches my eye just then. Her smile falters for half a second before she smooths it back into place and snuggles deeper into the bouquet like she’s marking territory.