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He rushed out of the room, checking the guestroom, then the downstairs living area. Empty. She wasn’t home.
Emily had been fast asleep since returning from work. The moment Jacob told her at the office that she actually owned a place to live—an apartment right next to the Jacob’s office building—she didn’t hesitate. She went straight there after work instead of heading back to the Cantrell mansion, not wasting a single minute thinking twice about it.
But her phone wouldn’t stop vibrating. Even though she had rejected Lucas’ calls countless times, he wouldn’t stop.
With an irritated sigh, still groggy and half-conscious, she finally picked it up.
“What is wrong with you? I’m sleeping. Why are you calling me this late at night?” she said, voice raspy and breathless with sleep.
“Where are you sleeping? You’re not at home.”
“I’m not at your home. I’m atmyhome. For the love of God, I have work tomorrow. Let me sleep,” she snapped, impatient and blunt. Before he could say anything else, she hung up.
And then, without another thought, she switched off her phone, drifted back to sleep.
Lucas stared at the phone screen in disbelief, his anger through the roof.
He dialed again. And again.
But the phone was now switched off.
Lucas’ face twisted in fury. He marched back to his bedroom.
But he couldn’t bring himself to lie down. Instead, he paced back and forth beside the bed, his anger like a fire burning deep within him.
Finally, he moved to the window, grabbed a cigarette, and took deep, harsh drags. The pack was empty within an hour, yet the burning in his chest only grew fiercer.
Sleep was nowhere near his eyes. The night stretched on endlessly until, in the late hours, exhaustion finally pulled him under.
The next morning, dressed sharply in a tailored suit, Lucas descended the grand staircase. His eyes swept across the dining room before settling on Dillon, who stood by the table, hands clasped calmly in front of him as always.
Lucas’s gaze sharpened, a flicker of impatience flashing behind his eyes. He scanned the room once more before speaking. “What about Emily? Did she come home yet?”
Dillon blinked, caught off guard by the question. He straightened slightly, then replied carefully,
“Mr. Cantrell, Ms. Crawford was here early this morning—before sunrise. She packed a suitcase with her things and left.”
The words hit Lucas like a punch. His face darkened, jaw tightening. His whole body stiffened.
“You were in the bedroom. Didn’t you notice when she came in?” Dillon pressed gently.
Lucas shook his head slowly, voice low and hard, his eyes clouded with disbelief. “I was asleep... I didn’t hear a thing.”
Dillon nodded solemnly, his expression grave.
“Ms. Crawford has already moved out of this house, Mr. Cantrell.”
Chapter 11 Good Intentions
Emily’s phone rang at the office. The caller ID showed an unknown number. She hesitated, setting down her pencil and pausing the design she was working on. After a moment, she picked up.
“Hello? Who’s this?”
“It’s me, Niya.” A familiar girl’s voice came through the line.
Emily froze briefly, taking a second to remember who Niya was. Then she immediately brightened. “Niya—from Lucas’ office?”
“Yes,” Niya replied quickly. “How can you forget me? We’ve worked together for years.”
