Chapter 12
Harrison closed the gap in an instant, his sharp features filling Gwyneth’s vision until she saw her own reflection in his pupils. Before she could react, his rough fingers tilted her chin up, forcing their eyes to lock.
His lips parted. “But you’re Mrs. Lopez now.” His deep voice held no edge, surprisingly soft. Time to ditch those old cards, yeah?”
Gwyneth’s lashes fluttered as he released her chin. She picked up the black card again. Memories that once felt sweet now only stung it without your input,” she mapped.
“Sure,” Harrison replied flatly, hiding the storm in his eyes. She still hasn’t let go of that man, I
he thought.
“I
can handle
Moments later, the car glided to a stop at a riverside villa. Understated yet luxurious, the property boasted a private terrace overlooking the water, flanked by lush green mountains–every detail exuded refined elegance.
Dozens of cardboard boxes sat outside, packed with Peyton’s ceramics–pieces Gwyneth had just shipped over. When servants offered to help, she waved them off. “I’ve got this,
She’d already lost two of her mother’s pieces to Zachary. She wouldn’t risk a single chip on the rest. Ceramics were fragile, she didn’t trust rookies with her heirlooms.
She was about to call professional movers, despite worrying whether they would take a job in a small town so quickly. If it took too long, the large day–night temperature difference here would make the ceramies more prone to damage.
Harrison had already shrugged off his jacket, rolling up the sleeves of his white dress shirt. “Free muscle right here.” He arched a brow. “Too proud to put your husband to work, Mrs. Lopez?”
“He even cracked a joke! Gwyneth looked at his strong forearms and pursed her lips. Thank. Let’s unpack together. These look like a lot, but they’re just small items.”
She started methodically unpacking boxes. Shredded paper and foam peanuts spilled out piece by piece.
Harrison asked no questions. He silently took the items, dismissed the surrounding servants who had crowded forward, and walked toward the designated room
When placing them down, he placed his fingers beneath the bottom layer, being extraordinarily careful until the packages landed steadily. Though he had no idea what these items were, he sensed these meant everything to Gwyneth.
Gwyneth stood outside the door, watching him. Her gaze softened without her even realizing it. ‘Maybe he’s not as cold as the rumors say, she thought
Once everything was sorted out, she had a pretty good impression of Harrison. She figured that if the marriage could be negotiated, business should be negotiable too.
Keen to stake her claim at Jenkins Group, she mustered the courage to ask, “Wato sit and rest while we talk about the Bayview Haven project” She’d already told the servants to set out tea and snacks.
She just used me as manual labor, then jumped straight to the Jenkins‘ agenda. She doesn’t have an ounce of genuine interest in me. Harrison’s face darkened. The air seemed to frost over,
Gwyneth paused. First laying down rules, now diving into business–it was all transactional. Even though she didn’t like Harrison, his earlier respect made her hesitate to steamroll him. “Maybe the project can-
“Go on, Harrison cut her off, the ice in his eyes vanishing as he smoothed his sleeves. It was as if that coldness was her imagination
Chapter 13
