Bound by the Past, Locked by the Heart novel Chapter 102

He gave a vague hum of agreement, coaxing her to make him some pasta.

After he finished eating, he reached out, pulled her into his lap, and suddenly asked, "Willa, do you still want to be a journalist?"

Willa blinked. "Why ask that out of nowhere?"

Randal lifted his head, gently brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. His voice was devastatingly soft. "I know you've been miserable in the admin department lately."

"I read your drafts for the heritage series," he confessed. "They're incredibly well-written."

Willa's heart did a violent flip, her eyes wide with shock.

Randal's lips curved into a smirk. "What? You don't believe me?"

"No... I just never expected you to read them."

"Come out with me after work tomorrow."

"Where are we going?"

"You'll see when we get there."

The second she clocked out the next day, Willa spotted Randal's sleek car idling downstairs.

They cruised straight toward the East End.

She recognized the route immediately. "Are we heading to..."

"Near the media university."

Willa froze.

The media university was her alma mater.

The campus held the ghosts of the three golden years she and Randal had shared.

Before she could drown in nostalgia, the car pulled up to a towering office building.

Willa glanced up at the massive sign: Norvale New Media Center.

"This is..."

Randal stepped out, rounded the hood to her side, and opened the door.

"Get out. Come inside with me."

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