Kiss Me, Don’t Talk: A Blizzard Night’s Confession novel Chapter 3

Georgiana watched Irene walk away, her heart still racing from everything that had just happened.

A cool breeze picked up, lifting Georgiana’s long hair. The strands brushed against Latham’s knuckles, leaving behind a gentle tickle mixed with a fresh, almost fruity scent.-

Latham’s gaze tracked her for a beat, hardening. When he spoke, his voice was low and controlled. “Georgiana, don’t toy with me.”

Georgiana’s eyelashes quivered.

His gaze was deep, his features striking and defined, and his otherwise calm face was set with a hint of warning. You didn’t need words to know he was drawing a line.

Well, at least one good thing had come of all this. After today, Irene wouldn’t be pressuring her for a child, at least not openly and not any time soon. For now, the problem was solved.

With her head down, Georgiana took a breath and accepted her mistake. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice quiet but clear. “I understand. It won’t happen again.”

Latham frowned, like he was waiting for her to say more, maybe to explain herself.

His sister Flavia was a champion at excuses. Whenever she messed up, she could think of a dozen reasons it wasn’t her fault, always ready with an excuse. The only one who could shut her down was Latham himself. But Georgiana wasn’t his sister. She was his wife.

In a gentle tone, Georgiana said, “If there’s nothing else, I’ll go see Grandpa.”

Latham stopped her mid-sentence. “What if there is?”

Georgiana looked up into his cool, dark eyes. She pressed her lips together and replied softly, “Then I’ll stand here and listen.”

It was just like before, when she’d stood quietly while his mother had scolded her.

Latham felt an odd frustration—like arguing with fog, nothing to grab onto. He lowered his voice a notch. “You can go see Grandpa.”

“Alright.”

As soon as she said the words, Georgiana spun on her heel and walked away, her skin glowing with a blush that stood out against her pale cheeks.

Her hair moved in the breeze, catching the light, and she walked with an easy, gentle spring in her step.

She spent some time with her grandfather, making sure not to lose track of time since she had an afternoon meeting at three.

“Grandpa, let me give you a back rub.”

Ned shook his head, smiling as he pointed to the chair next to him. “Come sit with me, Gigi. Grandpa has something for you to remember.”

Latham stopped in his tracks, eyes narrowing. Just a moment ago, Georgiana had left the room smiling, but every trace of that smile disappeared as soon as she saw him.

Aaron, standing nearby, tried to smooth things over. “Maybe Georgiana just didn’t see you.”

Latham shot him a look. “Can you see me?”

Aaron nodded quickly. “Yes, I can.”

“Saying too much can be dangerous,” Latham muttered.

Aaron fell silent.

Ned called out sternly from inside, “Latham, get in here.”

Latham was the middle child, with an older brother, Nestor, who worked in government, and a younger sister, Flavia, who had always been spoiled by their mother and grew up headstrong and willful. His father, Quentin Blair, died when Latham was only seventeen. In just two years, Latham completed a master’s degree in computer science at Cambridge. When he came back home, he took back control of NL Group from his father’s former partners. He insisted that technology waits for no one, cut every inefficient branch the board held on to, and invested heavily in solar and energy storage projects. He also scrapped deals with foreign investors, teamed up with top research labs at home, and developed his own computing chips. His creation of a new computing power alliance broke through the monopolies held by the industry giants.

Ned knew NL Group’s troubles started because of people on the inside working with foreign investors who wanted to hollow out the company’s core. Latham faced resistance from all sides when he took over. It even got dangerous at times, with some people resorting to kidnapping attempts and worst intentions.