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Molly leans forward, her eyes locked on mine as she delivers her next words like a blow. “He won’t get his inheritance.”

“No,” I whisper, disbelief washing over me.

She gives me a solemn look. “Yes. I’m sorry.”

A lump of guilt forms in my throat, choking me. He was there for everything. He deserved that firm. He helped transform my business in every way, from the aesthetic look to finding new clients, hiring staff, setting up new software, and even handling the paperwork. He was there for everything. He deserves that business. I need to talk to him and see if there’s a way, I can help by talking to his dad.

“Why does it look like you’re about to do something?” Molly asks.

“I’ll go to him,” I say, rising from the chair.

Molly smiles and leans back. “Go to him.”

I rush out the door and head straight to his place in my car, my adrenaline pushing me forward. When I arrive, the security guard informs me that he’s not there. I quickly google his work address and head over.

As I approach the sleek glass tower, the sun in my eyes, I squint and roll back my shoulders before entering. Inside, it’s elegant, with large cream tiles and a large glass desk. Everything is modern and clean. I walk straight to the reception desk and ask for his floor.

She types something, and instead of calling him, she simply tells me I’m on the list. I’m not sure what list, but she directs me to the top floor.

The elevator ride feels slow as nerves rush through me. I watch the floors light up, wishing it would hurry. The higher it climbs, the more the nausea rolls in my stomach. People enter and exit, making time slow down.

When I finally reach the top, I exit and breathe a sigh of relief. Walking up to the receptionist, I remember my manners and introduce myself, asking to see him.

She smiles apologetically. “Oh, you just missed him. Would you like to leave a message?”

With a heavy heart, I say no and leave, feeling defeated and out of ideas. I head back to my office, deciding I’ll call him when I’m alone and can sit down.

As I walk along the sidewalk to my building, I turn a corner and bump into someone, stumbling back on my heels. When I tilt my head up, I find myself staring into a pair of familiar piercing blue eyes.

I gasp. “You’re here?”

“I was looking for you, and when I went to your office, Molly said you had just left to find me,” he says, holding a bouquet of ranunculi in his hands. My chest tightens. What is it about him that gets to me? I’m not one to get emotional, but with him, it’s different, even moments like this leave me feeling everything all at once.

Chapter 37

Harvey

She’s here. And shewas looking for me?

I grip the bunch of flowers tightly, then push them toward her. “I’m sorry. I fucked up.”

“You already apologized,” she replies, looking at me softly.

“I know, but I did multiple stupid things that hurt you. And I realize these flowers and my apologies won’t fix it.” This is more than just about a bouquet or some words. I need to make her understand that I get how much I hurt her.

“Then why did you buy them?” she asks.

“Because you liked them the last time I brought them.”

The corner of her lips twitches just slightly. “Are you sure about that?”

“Come on, at least give me a little credit.” I give her a half-smile. Even though it wasn’t my idea originally, now I'll have to thank my brother for the suggestion.

“They don’t erase anything, but they show me you care.”

“Care about you? I more than care. I love you,” I blurt out before I can stop myself. Her eyes are glossy and bright. I know I’m laying it all on the line. She could crush me again, but I have to try.

“I love you too,” she whispers.

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