Everything was a deal until divorce novel Chapter 98

Chapter 98 Not My Type

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Dorian got up quietly and pulled the window shade down, then turned back toward Arden, watching her. Even asleep, she looked so soft. He couldn’t help it. He reached out and brushed her cheek.

It had been days since he’d touched her. Her skin felt smooth and warm beneath his palm. Dangerous.

His fingers lingered, his heart racing. She stirred. He quickly pulled his hand away.

Thankfully, she didn’t wake—just turned her head and fell deeper asleep. Dorian asked the flight attendant for a blanket, gently draping it over her. Then stared again.

He already knew she was pretty. But lately, he couldn’t seem to look away.

And now? She had blocked him. No more goodnight messages. No more “I love you.”

For over three years, like clockwork, she sent those every single night. And now–gone.

He’d explained about Lacey. He cleared things up about Vivienne too. So why was she still pulling away?

He didn’t get it. His jaw clenched as he stared at her phone, sitting there quietly, screen dark.

He had an almost photographic memory. He’d caught her passcode when she unlocked it earlier.

He looked for a long moment… then pulled his gaze away. If she found out she’d unblocked him? She’d lose it.

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Mira tried to talk to him again, but one sharp look from Dorian shut her up. She followed his gaze, saw Arden still sleeping, and understood. So that’s what it was.

Dorian, silent and cold, was making sure Arden slept well. He even pulled down the shade, asked the attendant for a blanket, and gently tucked her in.

Since when did Dorian ever care for anyone? For a mere secretary?

She stared at Arden again, full of envy. The plane landed three hours later.

Arden woke half an hour before landing. Stretching with a yawn,/she blinked her eyes open–only to meet Dorian’s gaze.

“Awake?”

“Yeah.”

She turned her face away again, back toward the window.

Dorian was speechless. They were landing soon. Dorian closed his eyes to rest.

Across the aisle, Mira took her chance. “Dorian, how long are you staying in Zevia?”

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carrying, brdeal’s small bag, He walked in front, but had to slow down when she lagged.

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