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She chuckled softly. “Oh, son, you really thought I’d dump a truckload of questions on her? I had done every background I needed to, down to her apartment address. I invited you guys for dinner so I could meet her for myself. She’s an adorable woman,” she said, smiling as she walked away from me.

As we drove home that night, the upcoming trip crossed my mind. Olivia was still unaware of the date of my departure, but I did not want to tell her right now. We had such a wonderful evening, and the last thing I wanted was to ruin the entire mood.

However, one thing was clear to me now: I wanted this woman to be a part of every moment of my life. I could not bear the thought of spending a single day without loving her. I had a clear plan in mind, and I smiled as the idea dropped into my head—a smile that lingered on all night as I thought of the perfect way to execute it.

Chapter twenty-five

HAPPY ENDING

Olivia Sanders

Istood transfixed as I watched Alex pack his stuff into his luggage. I had been watching him for the past hour, unable to say anything. Alex had told me about his departure date on Saturday, the morning after we had dinner with his mom.

We had spent almost every second of each day together since then, doing all the fun activities we could. I knew he would be back, and this trip was only temporary, but it felt like a huge part of me would be gone for a while.

“Are you okay, babe?” he asked, stopping midway when he noticed I had been staring at him for a while. I forced a smile and nodded my head. Regardless of how I felt, I didn’t want him to feel any more reluctant about leaving than he already did.

This trip was important for him, and I was willing to suppress my emotions so that he could pursue what he loved doing best.

“Have you packed up everything you need? Toiletries and underwear, too?” I asked, checking his bag.

“Yes, I have. Besides, these things can be easily bought if needed,” he replied.

I frowned. “Still, it’s easier to just pack them from here instead of stressing Layla and the rest of the team.”

He frowned back at me. “Layla doesn’t buy my underwear or toiletries. I can perfectly get those myself.”

I smiled. “I could get them for you too.”

He kissed my nose. “Yes, you can. You’re the only exception.”

When everything was finally set, we headed downstairs for a quick breakfast. He was supposed to be on his way, but he insisted on having breakfast with me, even though Layla had developed a temporary migraine thinking about how much of an inconvenience that would be to their schedule.

At this point, I had a feeling Layla hated me. I always seemed to ruin her perfect schedule because Alex couldn’t do without me for a moment. I wouldn’t blame her, though; I’d feel the exact same way if I were in her shoes.

I kept breakfast simple—just some cheese toast and creamy hot chocolate. I watched Alex take slow bites of bread, a strategy I had come to recognize as his way of extending our time together.

I had been against it as soon as I learned about it, urging him to eat faster so he would not miss his appointments. However, I found myself doing the same this morning—picking little crumbs from the crust of my bread and chewing them slowly.

“Promise you’d call me every day. Several times if you could, but at least once a day if you’re too busy,” I said, and he squeezed my palm.

“You don’t even need to ask, babe. I would do all of that even if you didn’t ask,” he said, kissing my hands.

“You shouldn’t skip your meals, too. It gets rainy in some parts of Europe during the summer, so stay warm and covered all the time. Get as much sleep as you can and take as many breaks as you can.” I spoke while my throat felt husky because of the tears I was trying to hold back.

Smiling, he said, “Come here, baby.” He pulled my hands till I was right by his side. He pulled me onto his lap, and I hugged him tightly.

Layla’s call came in a few minutes later, and it was our cue to leave. A car honked right outside my apartment, and I helped Alex carry one of his smaller bags while he rolled two large ones to Samantha’s car.

Samantha had offered to take us to the airport so I wouldn’t be alone when I watched him leave. She had also spent some quality time with her brother in his last week, most of them with us together, and other times, it was just them having their siblings’ moment.

“Good gracious, Alex. We are running late,” Sam said impatiently and drove off as soon as we got in.

The ride was quiet, and I felt grateful that Samantha let both of us ride in the back while she drove. Alex slouched so I could rest my head on his chest while his arms were around me and our fingers intertwined.

The drive to the airport was very short—less than an hour—and I found myself wishing it were farther away.

Both his mom and aunt were at the airport when we got there, although we weren’t expecting them.

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