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

when they landed and it was a near blizzard

their way off the

seemed, and she followed him first

strapping her

comfortable, we have a bit of a drive," Kylan informed her, clicking his own seat belt in place

she teased

and resting her hand

phone into the car with the coed she brought along, choosing the classical playlist Kylan always enjoyed listening to

Kylan instructed, her eyes on his face while he drove

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 of her feelings She must have fallen asleep at some point, because she

sciousness.

low, conforting voice, called her back on

Stuntered hei

here?" she mumbled, rubbing

He opened his door and stepped out, the distinct sound of snow crunching

out of the car, stumbling a uneven, snow-laced ground. Kylan was at

feer worked

o adjust to the

caught her attention, and she

No way Kylan brought

She couldn't speak.

was overwhelmed with love, with warmth, despite

a cabin. A cabin covered in snow. A cabin situated in

painting that hung in her

life, and it

brought her here. Kylan

away from her, and the only thing she could see, was Rylan moving toward the cabin,

else carrying her luggage, or comforting her on a plane. She never wanted anyone else to hold her when she was sad,

was wh

alone in her bed, sad and distressed after her mother left her. Kylan was her

left her mouth before she had an opportunity to filter herself. Her eyes widened, her entire

away from the door of the cabin, his

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

just because I did. I know this is a. A big step. So just... Let's go inside. okay?"

feel it. She could sense it,

couldn't decipher the tone of his voice, and she was still far too terrified to look

voice was

the cabin, pushing it open

a living room, kitchen, and dining room all situated right in front of her. A bathroom was located off to

she wanted to run away. To disappear into the

untied her boots and sat them near

Chapter 95

kitchen is fully stocked. I can start a fire in the fireplace and if you want, you can take

after months of being so

looking at him. She hauled

bed paired with a few fluffy quilts, no end tables, a dresser, and a TV 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 of white

and face Kylan again. She turned on a bedside lamp, setting her suitcase on top of the quilts, and opening it

and a pair of Kylan's swearpants that she stole. Her hair was