Semua Bab Love Rewritten: Chasing Her Back: Bab 21 - Bab 30

♛ Aurora: My heart dropped to my stomach, and my cutlery fell from my hand, clattering on the plate. I turned to Dmitri, and he was quick to raise his hands in surrender. “I promise you this wasn't planned.” He could be lying, but somehow, I had a feeling he was being honest with me. I simply shook my head and tugged at Trish’s shirt. “Let's leave.” She finally looked up from her meal at the same time Leon did, and it was at that moment they both finally noticed the suddenly still air. “What the hell is he doing here?” Trish didn't hold back, clearly pissed. She threw a displeased look at both Leon and Dmitri. “I knew it wasn't a good idea coming along with you two.” Without another word, I shifted in my seat, picked up my purse, and slid out of the booth. Trish followed. I did well to ignore Adrian’s presence and not turn my gaze to the door where he stood. I didn’t even glance up at him again. Not even when he started walking over to the booth we were standing by.

♛ Aurora: A simple response on handling the situation was what I had wanted and requested from Adrian. A plan, an email, or maybe a short Zoom call on how to handle the situation. Not this. Not something that would involve me standing outside Blueprint Corp. at eleven the next morning. Edward opened the door for me from the outside, and I stepped out, adjusting the cuffs of my blazer. A breath of air escaped my lips. Beside me, Bonnie checked something on her tablet before glancing up at me. “The meeting is supposed to start in three minutes,” she informed me. I nodded, inhaling the warm Monday morning air as my eyes trailed up the neat and bold lettering on the skyscraper. Blueprint. I pressed my lips into a thin line. As far as I remember, I had never been here before… maybe once, probably, and not significant enough that I could easily remember. I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be in his company. It was something he built while we were facing a hard time in our marri

♞ Adrian: The bed’s getting colder, and she’s still not here. I sit up, dragging a hand down my face, and running a hand over the empty sheets beside me, my fingers brushing over the fabric where she used to sleep. The clock on the nightstand reads at 2:47 AM, reminding me that sleep hasn’t come easy in years. I stared blankly at the ceiling, not realizing how fast the time had gone into the night. I should be used to this by now. It’s been three fucking years. Three years since I signed those divorce papers with my own damn hands. I stare down at my hands… could I just fucking cut them? I believe I should, but then how would I go after Rory when I’m handicapped? I cursed under my breath, recalling every single thing from back then. I told and convinced my self that I was doing the right thing. That she deserved better than a man who might not make it out alive. But I never expected the regret for my actions to feel like this… like a dull knife pressed against my ribs, cut

♛ Aurora: Despite what I thought, and despite continuously convincing myself to not care about Lucy’s words the other day, I still couldn’t ignore what she had said. I knew for a fact that I shouldn't simply believe whatever she said without confirming it first from Adrian, but still… I ran my fingers through my hair, and let my head fall on the headrest with my eyes closed. Should I just speak with him? That wouldn’t be easy to do, at least on my part but it would make my thoughts stop spiralling this way. A deep breath escaped my lips, and I finally opened my eyes after a long moment. It’s been exactly three days from then, and to my surprise Adrian hadn’t shown up at the site this week, which was really weird, especially considering the fact that he had been the one constantly showing up everyday since we started two weeks ago. “Ma’am, are you listening to me?” My eyes finally trailed up at the sound of Bonnie’s voice I blinked, pulling myself out of my thoughts, and

♛ Aurora: “So, don’t tell me you actually agreed to go on a date with him just because of that?” I scooped the oat cereal from the bowl on the dining table before bringing it up to my lips. Trish sat across from me on her seat on the table as she dug into the pasta we just finished cooking less than ten minutes ago. I had gone through the details of Noah’s visit in my office today, and somehow with how she was staring at me, I couldn’t tell whether she was pleased with the idea of me going out on a date with him, or whether she was displeased. I picked at my cereal, already losing my appetite because of this conversation, while Trish shook her head as she twirled her fork in her pasta, watching me with an expression that made my skin itch. “Say whatever’s on your mind before you explode,” I muttered. Trish sighed. “I just don’t get it. You don’t even like Noah. So why waste your time?” I spared her a blank look, “I already told you the reason. That it stems from his mother push