Chapter 399 Lift Her Up
Curtis smiled fondly and walked over to lightly smack Adriana on the butt. “Breakfast. Don’t you have to go to the office?” He leaned closer, his voice casual as if it weren’t a big deal. “About that project the Barton Group’s been coordinating with Windway Group, I had Ronan reach out. Their director agreed to meet with you one–on–one for a meal.”
Adriana shot up onto her knees, her eyes lighting up with surprise.
Curtis was supposed to be dead and hidden in the shadows, but he had never stopped paying attention to her. Big things, small things–he caught them all. He wasn’t just protecting her. He was building her up. pushing her higher, shaping her into someone who could stand on her own and still belong at the top.
“Curtis, you’re amazing!” Adriana looped her arms around his neck and grinned. “How did you know I’ve been stressed about the Windway Group deal?”
Windway Group had always been Justin’s area of expertise. That was why the Barton executives feared Justin, and why they wanted Adriana to marry him. Justin had negotiated so many key partnerships himself, and they were terrified that if he ever walked away, the partners would walk with him.
Curtis kissed the top of her head. “Take a guess.”
“Justin told you, didn’t he?” Adriana said, as if she’d known all along. Justin’s public falling out with her had been deliberate. A performance.
Curtis nodded. “Yeah.” His tone stayed steady. “I told you before, real love isn’t about spoiling someone. It’s lifting them up. Justin thinks the same way. If he stays with the Barton Group, they’ll always fear him, not you. You need your own stage. You need a chance to prove yourself. That’s the only way you’ll truly win people over in the group.”
Adriana pressed her face into his chest, her nose stinging. “Justin and I barely know each other. We’re not even close. And yet, he’s still doing all this for me, quietly.”
“He’s repaying your grandfather,” Curtis said, patting her back. “He knows what it means to repay a debt. That’s the life he’s chosen.” Then his voice softened. “Come on. Eat your breakfast. If you skip it, your stomach’s going to act up again.”
Adriana made a small, stubborn sound and clung to him tighter, refusing to let go. She wanted him to carry her there.
Curtis obliged, hauling her into the bathroom so she could wash up. Adriana brushed her teeth, still trying to cling to him as if she couldn’t bear to be even a second apart. She really didn’t want to be apart from him.
For the thousandth time, she was grateful that Matthew had let her go back then. If he hadn’t, she might
never have met Curtis.

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