Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 225

hapter 225

Alexander: POV

Three days had passed since I’d made the decision to contact that family. I hadn’t expected their response to be so swift. Tonight, Celeste Ashford-Hunt saf in my waiting room, having flown across the Atlantic the moment she received my call.

The evening air carried the salt tang of the ocean as I stood in my office, staring at the security monitor. Celeste sat with her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.

She’d been there for twenty minutes, and I still hadn’t decided whether to let her see Elena.

My phone buzzed. Morrison’s text: She’s getting restless. What do you want me to tell her?

I typed back: I’ll handle it. Give me five minutes.

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I found Elena in her room, sitting by the window with a book in her lap, though she wasn’t reading it. Her hard rested on the slight curve of her abdomen, a gesture that had become almost unconscious.

The evening light caught the silver locket at her throat-the piece of jewelry that had led me to her true identity.

“Elena,” I said softly.

She looked up, and something in my expression must have warned her. “What’s wrong?”

There’s someone here to see you. Someone who says she knows you.” I moved into the room, keeping my voice calm. “A woman named Celeste Ashford-

Hunt. She claims to be your sister.”

Elena’s face went blank, that careful neutrality she’d developed when confronted with information about a past she couldn’t remember. ‘My sister, she

repeated slowly. “I have a sister?”

*According to her, yes. She says you were taken from your family when you were two years old. They’ve been searching for you ever since.”

“Two years old.” Elena’s hand moved unconsciously to the locket at her throat. “But how did you find them?”

The locket,” I said carefully. “I had it investigated. The craftsmanship, the style-it led us to a family in London.”

She was quiet for a long moment. “Do you want me to see her?”

The question caught me off guard. Not should I or will you let me, but do I want to. As if she trusted me to know what was best for her.

And God help me, I wanted to say no. I wanted to send Celeste away, to keep Elena here in this carefully constructed bubble where she was safe, where she

was mine.

“That’s your decision,” I said carefully. “But she’s very emotional. Seeing you is going to be overwhelming for her, and that might be overwhelming for you.

Elena nodded slowly. “Will you be there? When I meet her?”

“If you want me to be.

1:12 am Pppp.

Chapter 225

Lag. Her hand found mine, her fingers cold. “You’re the only person I know. I need you there”

The trust in her voice was like a knife to the chest. “Of course, I be right beside you.”

I brought Celeste to one of the smaller/sitting rooms. Elena sat on the sofa, her posture rigid with tension. I stood behind her, one hand resting lightly on the back of the sofa.

Celeste stopped in the doorway when she saw Elena, her breath catching audibly.

She was a striking woman in her thirties, tall and willowy with effortless elegance. Her brown hair was swept back in a chignon, revealing high cheekbones and a strong jawline. Her hazel eyes-so different from Elena’s amber-were already brimming with tears.

“Elena, Celeste whispered, her voice breaking. “Oh my God. Elena.”

Elena stared at her, that same blank expression on her face. “Hello.”

Celeste took a step forward, her eyes drinking in every detail of Elena’s face. “You look just like her. Just like our mother.” Tears spilled down her cheeks now. ‘I can’t believe-after all these years-”

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