What will you do if someday I forget you? Forget everything we share now? Will you hate me?
He still hasn’t forgotten her questions from that night.
They continued to echo in his mind —haunting him, unsettling him, scaring him. Every day. Every night.
Could this be related?
Has she grown suspicious about something?
"What’s wrong?" Jacob asked, sensing the change in his friend. "Is there something?"
Aiden glanced at him, considering it for a moment, then shook his head.
"I will look into it," he said quietly.
Jacob narrowed his eyes, clearly not convinced. But he didn’t push. He knew Aiden well enough to recognize when the man had closed the door on a conversation.
"Alright," Jacob said, nodding. "Just let me know if something comes up. Sharing isn’t always a weakness. We are friends, Aiden. We are meant to help each other."
His words were just a reminder that Jacob thought Aiden needed.
But little did he know that wasn’t the case. Aiden was just dwelling on something on his own, and that was keeping his thoughts occupied.
Pushing back his chair, Jacob stood.
"Since you are busy, I won’t take up more of your time. I will leave first. Let’s meet and plan to have a gathering. It’s been a while since you brought Arwen with us."
Aiden nodded to him, and soon after that, Jacob left.
After he was gone, Emyr knocked again at the door.
Receiving the cue to enter, he pushed the door open to step inside. His expression twisted slightly with seriousness.
"Sir," he said, stopping right in front of Aiden’s desk. "We received a call from Foster Ventures."
Aiden glanced at him, his expression hard to read.
Emyr took in his expression and continued further. "It was Zenith Jane, Ryan Foster’s secretary, who called. She was asking to schedule a meeting with you. Ryan Foster wants to meet you."
Aiden paused at that. His gaze glinted with something that was hard to read.
Emyr didn’t dare speculate. He simply waited until he heard Aiden say, "Schedule it, then."
Emyr felt chills down his spine, but didn’t voice it out. Keeping his composure, he simply gave a polite nod. "Okay, sir. I will make the arrangements."
Meantime, in New York —
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At her words, Morgan’s gaze briefly —though meaningfully —shifted to William, who stood quietly at a distance. They shared a silent conversation that remained only between the two.
"Request?" he asked, sounding intrigued. "If your grandfather knew that I am making his precious granddaughter request, he would surely be unhappy."
He then continued, "The friendship I share with your grandfather has always kept our family close. You are just like a granddaughter to me. If you ask something, I definitely wouldn’t refuse you."
Of course, she knew this, and that’s why she was here.
Hearing Morgan speak in such a doting and accommodating tone, Selene was pleased.
"This is why I missed you so much, Grandpa Winslow. You treat me so good. I knew as long as I asked you, you would agree."
Although Morgan smiled, the effect didn’t reflect his gaze. Keeping his eyes fixed on her, he gently asked, "Tell me what you want? If within my powers, I surely will agree with you."
"Of course, it’s within your authority, grandpa. There is no way I would ask you something that you couldn’t provide. I am not that spoiled. You have seen me grow." Selene said, putting her best side on show.
Morgan laughed, nodding.
She paused for a second before finally putting out her request. "Grandpa Winslow, I have heard grandpa mention once that you have a grand estate in Cralens. One that almost matches the style and design of a palace."
He hummed, nodding. It was nothing he could refuse about. Everyone knows Winslows has its origin in Cralens, from where they have shifted to New York.
"Recently, I have got some work in Cralens," she explained her motive further. "I have signed a domestic brand there that is planning to get launched in the international market. For which, I would have to stay for a while there. So, I just want to request you if you could allow me to stay at your place?"
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