Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 141

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Lay out. I promise. He reached across the table, squeezing my hard briefly Thank you, Elena Seriously

For a split second something flickered in his expression. Something I couldn’t quite name.

Was that Calculation?

But it was gone so fast 1 must have imagined it.

“So,” Ethan said, settling back in his chain. “We should probably get our story straight. How we got together, all that.’

“Right. The story.” I picked at my napkin. “What do we tell people?”

“We reconnected after you moved to Florida. He was already working it out, his professor brain kicking in. Realized we’d always had feelings for each other. Decided to give it a shot.”

Feelings.

The word made my stomach twist.

“Sounds simple enough,” I managed.

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“And believable. Ethan smiled. “My family already knows we were close in college. They won’t question it.’

I nodded, trying to ignore the voice in my head screaming that this was a terrible idea.

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There’s just one thing,” Ethan said slowly.

Of course there was.

“What?”

‘I’d like to meet your mom.”

I froze.

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“Your family will probably ask about her,” he continued. “It would look weird if I’ve never met her, especially since you’re staying with her.”

He was right. It made sense.

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But the thought of bringing Ethan into that house-into the reality of Mom’s illness, the medications, the exhaustion-made me want to bolt.

He’ll see. He’ll know she’s dying. He’ll pity you even more.

‘I don’t know…” I started.

Just for a quick visit, Ethan said gently. “I don’t want to intrude. But my mom needs to believe I’m part of your life.”

Julian’s POV

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The burken burned going down, but i poured another glass anyway.

It had been eight days stace Fleds left.

Eight days of staring at my phone. Fight days of typing messages 1 never sent. Fight days of knowing exactly where she was and doing nothing about it.

Flight 284 to Miami. Arrived 6:47 PM.

Adrian had sent me the information within an hour of her departure. Id asked him to track her movements, make sure she was safe.

Liar. You just wanted to know where she was. So you could go get her back.

I swirled the bourbon, watching it catch the light.

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One phone call. One private jet. Three hours, and I could be standing on her mother’s doorstep.

I could apologize. Beg. Promise to do better.

She’d slam the door in your face.

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