Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 255

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Please Come Back, My Love

#hapter 255

Elena: POV

I stood outside the cafe where I was supposed to meet the difficult client, checking my phone for the third time.

The address he’d given was legitimate a trendy spot in Shoreditch, all exposed brick and industrial lighting, about two or three kilometers from my studio.

Through the window, I could see the usual crowd: freelancers hunched over laptops, couples sharing pastries a few business types in the corner.

Nothing that screamed danger.

Alexander and I were in a strange place right now–ever since that confrontation outside Lila’s school, ever since Julian had appeared and turned my carefully constructed world sideways.

Alexander had been tense, watchful, like he was waiting for me to bolt.

And maybe I was. Maybe part of me wanted to grab Lila and run from both of them, from all the questions I couldn’t answer and the past I couldn’t remember.

My phone buzzed. A text from the client: [Table in the back. Corner booth.]

I took a breath and pushed through the door.

The smell of coffee and cinnamon hit me immediately, warm and comforting. I scanned the space, my eyes landing on the corner booth he’d mentioned.

A short, stocky man sat there–maybe mid–forties, with thinning hair slicked back and a round face. When he saw me approaching, he stood with a polite,

professional smile.

“Ms. Hunt?” He extended his hand for a brief handshake. His voice was measured, businesslike. “Thank you for coming. Please, sit.”

I slid into the booth, setting my bag beside me. “Thank you for choosing to work with me. Your inquiry mentioned custom textile designs for a private collection–I’d love to hear more details about your vision.”

“Of course.” He gestured to a steaming mug already waiting on the table. “I took the liberty of ordering coffee for us both. I hope you don’t mind- cappuccino seemed like a safe choice.”

I picked up the mug gratefully. “That’s very thoughtful, thank you.” The warmth felt good against my palms, and I took a sip. Rich, smooth, with just a hint

of sweetness.

“Now, about the project,” he continued, pulling out a leather portfolio. “I’m looking for a series of wall hangings–something sophisticated, modern, but with classical influences. The space is a private study, roughly twelve by fifteen feet, with high ceilings and natural light from the east.

I nodded, taking another sip of coffee as I listened. This was exactly the kind of detailed briefing I appreciated. “What’s your color palette preference? And are there any particular themes or motifs that speak to you?”

“Earth tones primarily–deep browns, muted golds, perhaps some sage green accents. As for themes…” He paused, seeming to consider. I’m drawn to patterns that suggest… control. Order. The beauty of things falling into their proper place.”

Something in his phrasing made me glance up, but his expression remained professional. I took another drink, feeling the caffeine beginning to work its

10:48 am Pppp.

Chapter 255

magit That’s an interesting way to put it. Are you thinking geometric patterns, or something more organic?

“A combination, perhaps. His eyes seemed to focus more intently on me now. I believe the most beautiful designs come from… submission to the pattern. When individual elements give up their resistance and become part of something larger.”

I set down my mug, having finished about half the coffee. “I think I understand what you’re looking for. Let me show you some examples of my previews work that might align with your vision.

As I reached for my tablet, I noticed his smile had changed. It was wider now, more… satisfied

“Actually,” he said, his voice taking on a different quality–softer, almost intimate, “I think we should discuss your… personal approach to design first. You work alone, don’t you? No partner to interfere with your creative process?”

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