All Chapters of Not perfect lover: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ava’s POVThe atmosphere between us felt heavy as we continued to discuss the project. I leaned forward, trying to keep my tone even but firm. “Logan, with the global economy in decline, your target customer base is shrinking. High-income households aren’t immune to financial pressures, and if you don’t adapt, your market share will inevitably take a hit.”Logan arched an eyebrow, his expression as composed as ever. “Adapt how, exactly? By catering to a demographic that doesn’t value what we offer?”“By reconsidering your approach,” I countered, trying to rein in my frustration. “You’ve built your brand on exclusivity and quality, but even the wealthiest customers are tightening their belts. If you adjusted your strategy—offered something more accessible—you’d be widening your net instead of watching it shrink.”He chuckled softly, a sound that felt more dismissive than amused. “Ava, you’re overlooking a fundamental truth about our business. Our products are the freshest available, fl

Ava’s POVThe apartment was small but cozy, every corner infused with warmth and personality. The balcony doors were open, letting in a gentle evening breeze that carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine from a plant Daniel insisted on nurturing. The kitchen, though compact, had a charm of its own, with mismatched tiles and a wooden shelf filled with jars of spices, tea, and small knickknacks we’d collected together. But the centerpiece of the apartment was the wall in the living room—our wall.Daniel had painted it himself, a vibrant mural of two figures standing side by side against a starry night sky. He called it our “couple wall,” a symbol of our journey together. I smiled every time I looked at it, remembering how he’d stayed up late, paint smudged on his cheek, meticulously bringing the design to life.Once we were inside, Daniel closed the door behind us, and his hands immediately found my waist. I turned to face him, his green eyes glowing with that familiar, gentle light.

Logan’s POVThe buzz of voices from the online meeting barely registered as I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen. Leo and Anderson were still arguing about some investment strategy, but their words blurred into background noise. My thoughts had drifted, pulled into a vortex I’d tried to avoid. It started with Leo’s earlier comment about Ava—a single spark that reignited memories I thought I’d buried.Ava. Her name echoed in my mind like a melody I couldn’t forget, no matter how much I wanted to. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, but one moment stood out, refusing to fade. A week after Ava stormed out of my birthday party, I convinced myself to let the dust settle. Our conflict had been a fire fueled by misunderstandings and stubborn pride, but deep down, I thought Ava wouldn’t really walk away. I had been arrogant, assuming she’d eventually come back, ready to smooth things over like she always did.That illusion shattered when Zara, Ava’s friend, appeared in

Ava's POV The next afternoon, I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, smoothing out the fabric of the pale blue dress I’d chosen for the mayor’s daughter’s birthday party. It was simple but elegant, with a fitted waist and a hemline that swayed just above my knees. I adjusted the straps and tilted my head, considering whether to add a necklace.I didn’t hear Daniel enter the room until I felt his arms slip around my waist. His sudden embrace startled me, and I met his gaze in the mirror.“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and playful as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Turning all the heads tonight, huh?”I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. “Hardly. Nothing extravagant.”Daniel ignored my modesty, tightening his hold slightly. “Still, I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. Don’t need anyone else getting ideas.” His lips brushed against my neck, and I immediately tensed.“Daniel,” I warned, stepping forward to break his hold. He looked at me with mock innocence, gr

Ava’ POVLogan didn’t pause to bask in the attention, though. He walked straight toward us, his movements deliberate, exuding a confidence that was impossible to ignore.I tensed instinctively, watching him approach like he was walking into a lion’s den. Alexander’s bodyguard—a hulking brute with a neck thicker than my thigh—stepped forward before Logan could get too close. His shoulders were squared, and the sneer on his lips was dripping with disdain. This was the same man who had nearly broken Luke’s hand earlier, and now he loomed in front of Logan like a wall of muscle and menace.“Turn around,” the bodyguard growled, his voice low and menacing. “You’re not welcome here.”Logan didn’t flinch. In fact, he didn’t even break stride. He kept walking, his expression calm and collected, as though he hadn’t just been threatened by a man who could probably snap him in two.I held my breath, my heart hammering in my chest. “Logan, don’t,” I whispered under my breath, though I knew he coul