Divorced CEO's Forgotten Wife Strikes Back (Riley and Bryce) novel Chapter 87

**TITLE: Dreams Refuse Gravity by Leo Arden Knox**
**Chapter 87: Waiting for You**

Bob, Vincent, and Wren stood solemnly before the framed portraits that adorned the walls of the fifth branch, their heads bowed in reverence. The atmosphere was thick with unspoken emotions, a blend of grief and respect that hung in the air like a heavy fog.

Quinten, with a determined glint in his eye, turned to Riley, his voice steady yet filled with a gravity that matched the moment. “I’ll arrange for someone to stand guard over your parents’ urns in the memorial hall. In three days, at their funeral, I, along with the other members of the Anderson family, will be there to bid them farewell!” His words carried the weight of tradition, echoing the importance of honoring the departed.

Chris, who had been a silent observer, finally broke his silence, his tone laced with concern. “Grandpa, you’re not getting any younger. There’s really no need for you to attend the funeral. The other brothers and I will handle it. Besides, it’s considered bad luck for elders to see off the younger generation.” He hoped his words would ease the burden on his grandfather, who had always been a pillar of strength.

Quinten’s expression hardened as he shot a stern look at Chris. “Dominic and his wife were true heroes. They enlisted in the army when they were young, dedicating their lives to serve our country and its people. If it weren’t for their sacrifices, you kids wouldn’t enjoy the peaceful lives you lead today. If I can’t even attend their funeral to pay my respects, then I don’t deserve the title they once honored me with!” His voice was firm, a declaration of his unwavering commitment to family and legacy.

Chris fell silent, realizing the depth of his grandfather’s feelings. Being Quinten’s grandson, he understood all too well the cherished place the fifth branch held in his heart, a heritage steeped in honor and sacrifice.

Then, Quinten’s demeanor softened as he turned to Riley, a warmth replacing the sternness in his gaze. “Riley, now that you’re back in Carmel, why don’t you stay with me? I can arrange for someone to set you up with a comfortable place.” His offer was genuine, a reflection of his desire to keep her close during this difficult time.

“Thanks, Quinten, but I think I’ll pass,” Riley replied, her voice steady. “I came to Carmel for more than just handling my parents’ affairs. I already have a place to stay. But I promise to visit you often; I’d love to catch up.” Her resolve was firm, yet she appreciated his kindness.

“Good, good,” Quinten nodded, a hint of relief washing over his features. “Whenever you have some free time, swing by the Anderson Manor. We can have a proper chat. And from now on, feel free to enter the memorial hall whenever you wish. If anyone tries to stop you, don’t hold back! If you end up causing a ruckus, I’ll take the blame.”

Wren’s face paled at Quinten’s words, feeling as though they were directed at her. Since her connection with Sebastian, she had been treated with a newfound respect within the Anderson family. It had been ages since she had felt the sting of humiliation, and Quinten’s words were a painful reminder of her place in the family hierarchy.

Riley could sense the genuine care Quinten had for her. “Absolutely, I’ll make sure to come by and chat,” she assured him, her heart warmed by his concern.

As Riley stepped out of the memorial hall, she noticed a figure standing motionless in front of the quiet building. It was Sebastian! A rush of emotions surged through her as she realized he had been waiting for her.

She stood there, momentarily lost in thought, her gaze fixated on him. So, he had truly been waiting all this time. As if sensing her presence, he slowly lifted his gaze, their eyes locking in a moment that seemed to stretch on forever. A flutter of something indescribable danced in her chest.

Sebastian began to walk towards her, a casual confidence in his stride. “All done?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.

“Yeah,” she nodded, trying to shake off the lingering surprise.

“Did they give you a hard time?” he inquired, concern etched in his features.

Riley shook her head. “No, not at all. But why did you wait right here at the door?” She had expected him to find a more comfortable spot nearby, not to stand vigil at the entrance.

“I figured if I waited here, I’d be the first to see you as soon as you stepped out,” Sebastian explained, a hint of a smile playing on his lips.

“But don’t you think that’s a bit… obvious and tiring?” Riley questioned, raising an eyebrow.

He was undeniably striking, and standing in front of the Anderson family’s memorial hall, it was no surprise that he attracted attention. Just moments after she emerged, several passersby had already cast curious glances in his direction.

“Not a problem,” he shrugged, his confidence unwavering.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify