Chapter 512
Chapter 512:
“Here?” She sat up, surprised. “I thought you didn’t want us anywhere near your clean slate p>
“I never said that. I just didn’t want the wreckage of my past spilling into my present. But Titanova was legit now—on paper, anyway. You’d still be p>
“And you’d still be the puppetmaster.” She shrugged. “Fine by me. But I’ll need time. And bodies. Kylian’s stuck in Belgrade, Rusty’s off chasing some woman in Medellín, and Simon’s holding the fort in Eindhoven. I’ll need someone to show me the ropes here. Someone who knows the players. I don’t want to trip over anyone’s turf p>
“LGH gets invited to half the business events in the city.” I rang Dominic and asked him to send over the latest calendar. “There’s a chamber of commerce dinner coming up. I’ll get you in p>
“You coming too?” Lea’s mind was already turning gears.
When it wasn’t about her husband, she moved fast.
“I’ll think about it.” I was half-tempted to fly to Paris that afternoon, just to see for myself what Mira was up to.
If I’d known she was staying longer, I’d have insisted she take an assistant, never mind her protests. Right now, there was no one near her who could give me any insight.
Well, there was Fabrizio. But I’d rather chew glass than ask him for an update on my wife.
I’d thought about tapping my contacts in Paris, maybe asking someone to discreetly check in, but that would only make her dig her heels in once she found out.
And yes, I knew she’d been pulling away lately. Blaming it on work.
Maybe it was just pre-wedding nerves. Or maybe it was something more. I didn’t want to have to drag it out of her. I was waiting for her to come to me.
Maybe I’d been pushing too hard—asking her to be part of the planning, chasing down guest lists, honeymoon destinations. I’d pulled back. Given her space. Let the silence breathe.
𝖀𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖉 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 ．𝖈𝗈𝗺
Maybe she’d realize the only reason I cared about the details was because this was OUR wedding. The only one I ever planned on having.
“There it is again p>
“What p>
Lea pointed at me. “That look. All faraway and scowling. Like something’s gnawing at you and you can’t decide what to do about it p>
I sat down and turned to my computer. “Don’t you have somewhere to be p>
“Nope. I’m on holiday p>
I slid a stack of documents her way. “Then sort these. Prioritize. Flag anything urgent. You know the drill p>
“I’m not your PA,” Lea muttered. “Not anymore p>
“Then either work or piss off p>
“Aye aye, boss.” She grumbled, “Kylian says you’ve changed. He should see this—same old slavemaster.” I gave her a look.
She mimed zipping her lips. “Not a peep, promise p>
A knock on the door. Dominic popped his head in, pausing when he saw I had company. “I can come back p>
“What is it?” I asked.
He stepped in, tablet in hand. “You asked me to flag anything related to Mrs. Laurent. Well p>