Chapter 483
Chapter 483:
If we hadn’t been surrounded by people, he’d have kissed me breathless.
Fabrizio caught up at the lift, slightly out of breath. “Mr. Laurent, wait, please p>
Ashton turned. “Yes, Mr. Marchetti p>
“Why don’t I take you both to lunch? A welcome to Paris, and to smooth things over p>
“Kind of you, but no, thank you. I just landed, and the jet lag’s kicking in. If possible, I’d like the rest of the day off for my wife p>
Fabrizio hesitated, then nodded. “Of course p>
“Good.” Ashton’s mouth twitched. “I sleep better with her beside me p>
I gave his palm a warning pinch.
He squeezed back.
Then he pulled an envelope from his jacket. “Our wedding’s on the sixth of June. We’d love for you to come p>
Fabrizio took the invitation. “I’ll be there. Congratulations p>
Once we were out of earshot, I turned to Ashton. “What was that p>
“What was what p>
“That whole ‘I sleep better with my wife there’ thing p>
“It’s true p>
“It’s also mortifying. He’s my boss. You can’t just talk about sleeping with me in front of him p>
Ashton made a low, dismissive sound. “I don’t like him. There’s something off about that guy p>
“You’ve said that before.” I frowned. “And where did you even get that invitation? I didn’t know they were printed yet p>
“I had it done for him before I left Skyline,” he said smugly.
“You’re insane p>
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“Insanely in love with you p>
“And increasingly cheesy.” I shook my head, trying not to grin. “Have you been secretly bingeing teen romcoms p>
We stepped out of the Valmont & Cie building.
A cherry-red convertible waited at the curb.
I stared. “That’s yours p>
Ashton gave a one-shouldered shrug. “It’s a holiday p>
He waved off his assistants, opened the door, and nudged me inside. Once we were on the road, he said, “The court’s ruled. Franklin Vance got seven years. Embezzlement, tax fraud, forged records. It’s official p>
I twisted in my seat. “You’re serious p>
He nodded. “The Vances are scrambling to sell the house just to afford a half-decent appeal lawyer p>
I didn’t know what I felt.
Relieved, maybe.
Glad? Not exactly.
Ashton gave my hand a light squeeze. “It’s done. Vance Omnia’s tanking. Caroline’s moving cities. They’re not coming after you again p>
“Good.” I turned toward him. “Thank you p>