Just Before My Wedding: Trapped By My Ruthless Boss novel Chapter 134

Chapter 134

KISAREL

A cold sensation moved through me. “What about the wedding preps?”

He smiled. “A lot has to be done in three weeks, Are! You weren’t here, and we couldn’t just sit around waiting for you to feel better.”

I turned to face him slowly.

He picked up one of the envelopes from the pile. “The invitations have gone out.”

My eyes almost fell out of their sockets from how wide opened them. “What?”

“Not all. But the main ones.” He tapped the envelope against his palm. “Family, business contacts, close friends. Your aunt approved the wording.”

“My aunt approved the wording?”

“You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I was gone for three days, Jace. Not three months!” I snapped, unable to believe him.

His smile faded. “Three days matter a lot when the wedding is only three weeks away.”

I gripped the edge of the dresser.

He continued. “The florist is confirmed. Your aunt chose white roses and lilies. I thought you’d like that.”

“I hate lilies.” I narrowed my brows.

Jace stopped.

For the first time since I walked in, he looked genuinely unsure.

Then he recovered quickly, nodding once like this was a small scheduling issue. “We can reduce the lilies.”

I pushed away from the dresser, my anger already rising hot. “You shouldn’t have chosen anything without me!”

“You asked for space, and I gave you space.” He took one step toward me, then stopped when I stiffened. “But space doesn’t stop deadlines. The planner needed answers.”

I was quiet, pacing the room angrily.

“Oh-” his face lit up, “Maybe this would cheer you up.” He grinned. “The birthday party after the wedding ceremony…!

sorted that too.”

Wait. What’s that look on his face? He actually expected me to applaud him and give him a kiss or what?

“I also picked your dress. And the cake I picked is magnificent. You’ll love it.”

“Christ!” I snapped, “What is wrong with you?”

He flinched at my outburst.

“Did I ever say I wanted a birthday party?” I yelled, frustration clawing at my patience.

“Your uncle insisted.” His jaws clenched.

“I don’t care what my uncle insists! I don’t want it!”

“Arel. Come on. Why…”

“What makes you think you all can just plan and control my life, with or without my presence?”

“I’m not trying to control you. I’m trying to build a life with you. And sometimes that means making decisions when the other person isn’t available to make them.”

“Don’t tell me that!” I yelled some more, “First it was my wedding date being changed without my consent. And now all these? Huh?” My body was trembling from the force of yelling that much. “What other surprises am I to expect? Barrister Harrington will be the officiating priest at the event?”

The second Harrington’s name left my mouth, something crossed Jace’s face. I caught it quickly, even though it was so fast that it almost never formed.

“Barrister Harrington?” he laughed like it was meant to be funny.

I stared at him, and suddenly, my anger found another chaduly unlocked!

“Yes,” I said, breathing hard. “Barrister Harrington. Since everyone is apparently planning things in my life without me maybe you’ve also spoken to him about my father’s will.”

His laughter seized

I pulled back out of his hands.

“I need to be alone for a while,” I said.

He paused and let out a long breath and stepped away. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be downstairs. I’ll order something.” He paused at the door, and the worry on his face looked so hurtful i almost felt cruel for arguing with him. “I’m glad you’re home, Arel. Whatever happened out there – you’re home now. That’s all that matters.”

He left.

The moment the door clicked shut, the anger drained out of me all at once and left nothing but a cold, hollow feeling underneath it.

I sank onto the edge of the bed.

I didn’t want to be here.

I couldn’t be here.

I needed space.

But where else was there?

I couldn’t go to Elgin.

Oceans‘ place was out of it.

And I couldn’t go to the apartment, either. I didn’t want to be alone.

But Nessä…

The idea pupped up like a bad one.

Nessa had a spare room, maybe. Or a couch. Or anything that was not this house.

My thumb hovered over her name.

A small voice in my head whispered that this was a terrible idea.

Another tired voice whispered that terrible ideas had started feeling like the only doors left anlocked for me now. So, I pressed call.