Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 95

Chapter 95

Kylan let go of her hand, moving to kneel in front of this grave in the same way he did for Yasmin. Only this time. This time, he completely slumped forward, his hand grasping the grass in front of her grave, his knuckles clenched tightly. He dropped the bouquet of flowers, his shoulders shaking slightly.

She stayed where she was, giving Rylan the space and time to process what he needed to. To feel what he needed to. To break, if he needed to

She would be there to pick up the pieces, should he want her to

But this was. This was Kylan's moment. His grief that she couldn't begin to understand

so sorry" Kylan was mumbling the same words repeatedly, his voice little more than a whisper in the

"I'm so sorry I'm so sor

Slowly, she knelt next to him as she had at Yasmin's grave. She didn't touch him still, instead brushing leaves and other nature away from Karina's final resting place.

"This is. This is Katrina. Mom. She's Kylan sniffed, and she realized he was crying. She hadn't seen him

since Christmas Eve, and she stiffened. "She's the woman that. She's everything to me. I wish. Christ. I wish you could meet her." His voice caught at the end, and he shook his head bitterly.

I would have loved to have met her, Kylan, I'm certain she was beautiful, she whispered the words, trying to picture Kylan as a child in her mind.

She could almost see it play out in front of her tangibly. A small boy with stark black ir, smiling up at his mother with adoration and love as she bent down to pick him up, twirling him as he giggled happily. It was a beautiful vision. A beautiful dream

Je vais te rendre fiere, maman. Je serai un homme bon. Kylan kissed his fingertips, placing them on the headstone and adjusting the flowers into the vase connected to her grave.

"She's already proud of you, Kylan. I know she is, I am, too. I'm so proud of you, she gambled and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, kissing the side of his cheek softly.

Kylan looked at the flowers, tears in his eyes. "Thank you, Katrina. For being here, I mean." He sounded so small. So uncertain.

She hugged him to her gently, her hand brushing through his hair. "I wouldn't want to be anywhere else. Kylan," she murmured.

She stayed like that for a long time, the sun nearly disappearing behind the grey clouds that hung in the sky. She held Kylan, and he held her. Neither of them spoke, neither of them needed to. -0-0-0-

"Breckenridge, Colorado?" She eyed her boarding pass curiously, following Kylan after he finished checking in her bags

"Breckenridge," Kylan echoed, wrapping an arm around her waist, and pulling her against him. He seemed to want to be touching her in some capacity, ever since leaving the graveyard. Something had undeniably shifted between them in those quiet moments she shared in his grief. She felt closer to him. She felt like she knew him

so much more now.

"How long of a flight is that?" she asked nervously, pulling out her ID so she could walk through security.

"Nearly four hours. I'll be right next to you" Kylan assured her, rubbing circles into her lower back.

"You challenged yourself today. Now it's my turn," she responded confidently, lifting her head a bit higher on her shoulders.

Kylan chuckled at her, the sound low and almost affectionate. "Okay, darling Okay" He surprised her by kissing her cheek, and she smiled at him.

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The flight to Breckenridge was long, but she wasn't nearly as anxious as she would have been, had it not been for Kylan's steady presence and his hands on her the entire journey

shocked when they landed and it was a near blizzard outside, suddenly understanding why Kylan had her

off the plane, thankful yet again th Kylan's warmth was beside

she followed him first to baggage claim, and

a white Escalade, strapping her seatbelt on, and turning the heat up full

informed her, clicking his own seat belt in place and turning on her seat warmer for

got it. Sir." she teased him, reaching across

console and resting her hand

with the coed she brought along, choosing the classical playlist Kylan always enjoyed listening

instructed, her eyes on his face while he drove them to

get to love him. Because she did. She really did. She loved the hell out of him. She just didn't know how to tell him. She didn't want to scare him away with the depths

sciousness.

Katrina," Kylan's low, conforting voice, called her back

Stuntered hei

open, yawning as she did. "Mom, where's here?" she mumbled, rubbing the

herself" was Kylan's only reply. He opened his door and stepped out, the distinct sound of snow crunching beneath his boots

her bearings. She climbed out of the car, stumbling a uneven, snow-laced ground. Kylan was at the trunk now,

her feer worked

o adjust to the

she

no way. No way Kylan brought

couldn't

was overwhelmed with love, with warmth, despite the frigid mountain air

cabin situated in the mountains, surrounded by a sea of trees and the backdrop of a

painting that hung in

life, and it was

Kylan planned this for

thing she could see, was

She never wanted to see anyone else carrying her luggage, or comforting her on a plane. She never wanted anyone

was wh

she wanted. Kylan was who she dreamed of as a little girl, alone in her bed, sad and distressed after her mother left her. Kylan was her haven.

mouth before she had an

the door of the cabin, his back

you. I'm in love with you. You're You're everything to me. Now that she started talking, the words wouldn't stop falling from her

a. A big step. So just... Let's go inside.

was staring at her. She could feel it. She could sense it, more

She couldn't decipher the tone of his voice, and she was still

go inside?" Her voice was too high-patched

door of the cabin, pushing it open and

in front of her. A bathroom was located off to the left,

was hoping it would be. Small, quaint, intimate. Only now, she wanted to run

couldn't look at Kylan while she untied her boots and sat

Chapter 95

is fully stocked. I can start a fire in the fireplace and if you want, you can take a shower" Kylan's voice was cautious, on guard, and she

up, after months

him. She hauled her suitcase upstairs, turned on

fixed to the wall, took up the majority of the space. A small chair sat in the corner near a large window that overlooked the forest below. It was snowing a bit outside, flakes

turned on a bedside lamp, setting her suitcase on top of the quilts, and

that she stole. Her hair