Semua Bab Don't Touch The Bride : Bab 41 - Bab 50

Cheryl We had our first class today, and I was both excited and nervous. I was about to sit in a room with over a hundred Mathematics scholars—including damn Anna.I couldn't be more grateful to Mr. Han. If not for him, I wouldn’t have had all these opportunities.“Mr. Han, I’m walking into class now. I’ll talk to you later, okay?” I waved at the screen.We had been FaceTiming all morning. Because I missed him, of course. And because I wanted to be with him. But instead, I was here.“Okay, baby. Bye. I love you,” he said between bites of sausage.I smiled, waved, and ended the call just as Anna and I reached the classroom door.“Are you sure Mr. Han isn’t a freaking magician? This calculator looks like some weird time machine from a hundred years in the future,” Anna said, turning it over in her hands.The device was sleek, advanced—one of the newest creations from Mr. Han’s company. He had given one to each of us.“Anna, can you take your eyes off the damn calculator for even a seco

Cheryl His lips were warm, soft, and hesitant, pressing lightly against mine as if he were testing the waters. I closed my eyes, letting myself get lost in the sensation. It was gentle, sweet—everything a first kiss was supposed to be. But my chest tightened with an uncomfortable ache, a whisper of guilt that echoed in my mind.Just like Mr. Han.Reuben’s fingers tangled in my hair, his touch tender as his lips moved softly against mine. But my heart was somewhere else, trapped in memories of darker eyes, firmer hands, and kisses that left me breathless. Mr. Han’s touch was searing, possessive, igniting something deep inside me. But this... This was different. Innocent. Simple.I should have liked it. I should have wanted more.But all I could think about was Mr. Han. The way his eyes darkened when he looked at me. The way he held me as if I were his and his alone. How he made me feel wanted, cherished... loved.Reuben’s hand slid down to my waist, pulling me closer as his mouth move

Miles I paced my office, my jaw tight, my chest burning with impatience. The flight was booked. The bags were packed. I was ready to get on my jet and drag her back to my world where she belonged.But I couldn’t. Not yet.“Next week,” Isaac repeated, his voice steady but firm. “You can’t leave until after the shareholders’ meeting. It’s too important to miss.”“Reschedule it,” I snapped, my fists clenching at my sides. “I need to be in Boston.”Isaac didn’t flinch. He never did. “This meeting has been set for months. Moving it now would look unstable. We can’t afford that, not with the merger on the line.”I slammed my fist on the desk, the crack in my glass widening, a piece chipping off and clattering onto the wood. “Damn it.”“She’s not going anywhere,” Isaac said, his voice calm, annoyingly reasonable. “You’ve waited this long. One more week won’t kill you.”My chest tightened, the image of her in his arms flashing before my eyes. His hands on her. His mouth... I squeezed my eyes

Cheryl We arrived at Tonyhan, the sprawling, glass-walled building I had missed so much. It stood tall and gleaming, just as I remembered, a beacon of familiarity that made my heart race with anticipation.I didn’t wait for Chris to open the door. I barely registered his presence. I jumped out of the car, my legs moving on their own as I sprinted through the front doors, my footsteps echoing through the marble lobby. I flew past the reception desk, ignoring the curious glances from the staff, and slammed my hand against the elevator button.Come on. Come on.The elevator doors opened, and I stepped inside, my heart hammering in my chest. Excitement coursed through my veins, bubbling over as I leaned against the wall, trying to catch my breath.I was finally back. Back where I belonged.I couldn’t wait to see him.I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Han.I’d jump into his arms, feel his hands wrap around me, hear his deep voice in my ear as he called me his. I’d tell him that I was back, that

Cheryl “Gavin, do you know if Mr. Han came to see me in Boston?” I asked.We were leaning against the railing outside one of Han’s hotels, the cold breeze playing with our hair.“Ahh, I knew there was a reason you’ve been spending so much time with me!” Gavin laughed.“C’mon, I love spending time with you,” I rolled my eyes. “I just really need to know, y’know? In case Mr. Han decides to divorce me and send me back to my parents.” I sighed dramatically.“No, he’d never do that,” Gavin said.“So he did come to Boston?” I asked, watching his expression closely.Gavin nodded. “Saw you kiss some boy at a frat party.”Oh my God. I knew it.“So he didn’t actually kiss Dia—he just wanted to get back at me.” The realization sank in with a weighty sigh.“Yeah,” Gavin nodded. “You really hurt the lad, Cheryl.”Omg. I didn’t mean to.A deep wave of guilt crashed over me. My chest felt tight as I spotted Mr. Han walking toward the lounge with Isaac. Without thinking, I ran straight to him, grabb