Fated To Not Just One But Three novel Chapter 127

127 The File

Olivia’s POV

My eyes fluttered open to the soft glow of sunlight spilling through the curtains.

For a moment, I didn’t move–just stared at the unfamiliar ceiling, my heart still heavy with the memory of the night before. Then I blinked, confused.

Something felt different.

No warmth behind me.

No strong arm around my waist.

No calloused hand on my—

My eyes widened, and I bolted upright. Shit! I had fallen asleep. Fuck!

I turned around. Lennox was gone, but his scent still clung to the sheets. It was obvious he had just woken up–not long ago.

I threw the blanket off and sat at the edge of the bed, rubbing my face with trembling hands. This wasn’t what I came here for. I didn’t come here to feel like this–to be touched like that. To want more.

I was here for a reason. A mission.

My father.

The safe.

The file.

Quickly, I got down from the bed and set out to do my task, not even caring

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where Lennox had gone.

I crouched beside the small cabinet, reaching for the third drawer on the

left.

It was right where I remembered.

Quietly, I pulled it open and reached behind it, fingers searching blindly until I felt cold metal brush my skin.

The key.

I pulled it out slowly, turning back toward the far corner of the room where the safe was built into the wall, hidden behind a row of old books.

One by one, I slid the books aside and revealed the small steel door.

My hands were trembling now–not just from fear of being caught, but from fear of not finding anything at all.

“Please let it be here,” I whispered a silent prayer.

I slid the key in.

It clicked.

And the door creaked open.

Inside, neatly stacked, were several folders and documents. I reached for

the first file, and it was labeled with my father’s name.

Parker Melford.

This was it.

Tears threatened to rise–but I didn’t have time to cry.

I pulled it out and carefully closed the safe, pushing the books back exactly

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the way they were.

Then with the key in my hand, I turned–only to freeze in place as I heard the door creaking open.

My heart jumped.

In a rush, I lifted the hem of my oversized shirt and quickly tucked the file underneath it, securing it against my stomach. The key stayed in my covered hand.

And then the door opened–Lennox stepped in, holding a tray of breakfast in his hand.

Lennox paused at the door, holding the tray in both hands.

A soft smile tugged at his lips. “You’re awake.”

I blinked, trying to keep my breathing calm, forcing a small nod even as my heart pounded.

He took a step inside and lifted the tray slightly. “I figured you might be hungry… so I made breakfast.”

I stared at him, eyebrows lifting in surprise. “You… made it yourself?”

He nodded, almost shyly. “Yeah. I know it’s not perfect but… I tried.”

My mouth parted slightly. I couldn’t help the quiet shock in my voice. “Did you ever do this for your wife?” I asked, already knowing the answer, but I just wanted to hear it from him.

His smile faltered. “No.”

I frowned. “Why not?”

He looked away for a second, jaw tightening. “Things were… complicated

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