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Edward’s unwavering determination rubbed off on me. ‘Yeah, since I’ve already chosen this path, what’s there to be afraid of? Just be bold.‘

“I quit my job,” I said softly after we’d been driving for a bit.

Edward looked a little surprised, then he smiled. “So, are you planning to come work for me?”

“I don’t want to work at your company,” I said honestly. I’ve thought it through–if things ever went south between us, I’d have to make a messy exit.

I just want to build something of my own now, something that’s truly mine.

Edward raised an eyebrow. “No pressure if you don’t want to work. Just relax for now.”

“Once I’ve taken some time off and found the right direction for my own business, I’ll start fresh,” I said.

Edward gently twirled a strand of my hair around his finger and asked in a low voice, “What kind of business do you want to start? Let me help you.”

“Alright, let’s talk about it after I’ve had some time to rest,” I replied, not turning down his offer.

“Come over to my place tonight,” Edward suggested.

“You have a house around here?” I asked, thinking back to how Vivian stayed at a private villa the last time she visited.

“Yeah, I do,” Edward replied. “Didn’t Ryan get a little townhouse in your neighborhood too?”

I shot him a look. “Are you upset?”

than I have. Anything you did before I came into the picture, I have no right to be mad

I

Edward said, giving

sly glint in my eyes. “Well, that depends

right person,” Edward said,

villa was a vintage garden retreat–not too big, but

arrived. After we got out of the car, the gate opened, and inside the cozy courtyard were

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ahead and take a break,”

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air. Edward said, “It’s summer, so mosquitoes can be a pain around here.

“Yeah, it

the fridge, took out a bottle of water, and poured us each a glass. “Come over and have a

the water tasted surprisingly sweet and left a

stayed here once with Nora, but haven’t really come back much since,” Edward said, leading me upstairs. “There are only four bedrooms–one for my mom, one for Nora, and a guest room. Don’t tell me you’re going to ask

a second, instantly remembering the last time I made him sleep in the

in the hallway decorated with classic paintings of bamboo,

the master bedroom. “So tonight, you’ll stay here with

a balcony, and below it, rows of

sat on the sofa, his expression

someone just in his early thirties, he carried himself with a maturity and steadiness that made him seem

inside, closed the balcony door, and let