Ruined By My Brother's Best Friend (by Silverwriter) novel Chapter 53

Ruined By My Brother’s Best Friend

A Daring Invitation

ARABELLA’S POV

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I knew he was going to bring up that night. And I couldn’t even argue because he was right. I had no right to demand an apology from him when I still hadn’t apologized, or even talked about what I’d done.

“You’re right,” I breathed, my gaze dropping to the floor. “I shouldn’t have brought it up in the first place.”

Before he could say anything else, I turned on my heel and walked out of his office.

My legs felt unsteady by the time I reached the elevator. My fingers trembled as I pressed the button for the ground floor. The doors slid open, and I stepped inside.

Just before they could close, a hand stopped them and Alvise walked in.

The elevator suddenly felt too small. His presence swallowed the space, pressing in from every direction until even the air felt heavy with his scent.

My mind refused to let go of our conversation. How I’d somehow ended up being the one who walked away. The one who lost.

I wanted to talk about that night. I wanted to tell him that everything that happened afterward had spiraled far beyond my control. But I couldn’t..And the worst part was knowing I probably never would.

The moment the elevator doors opened, I hurried out, desperate to breathe air that wasn’t saturated with him.

The building was practically empty, save for a few security guards making their rounds. To my surprise, I spotted the same guards from yesterday’s conference room. Only this time, there were several others with them. They all paused when they saw me walk past.

From the corner of my eye, I watched them dip their heads in greeting as Alvise walked by. Weird. It was weird.

Choosing to ignore them, I pulled out my phone and opened the ride-booking app, only for it to be snatched clean out of my hand.

I spun around with a frown. “What was that for?”

He ignored me completely and kept walking toward the parking lot.

“I need my phone to book a ride!” I protested, hurrying after him.

Alvise stopped in front of a black Rolls-Royce, unlocked it, then took my hand. A strange chill raced up my arm as his fingers wrapped around my wrist.

Without a word, he guided me to the passenger side and gently ushered me into the seat. Then he walked around the car, climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and pulled onto the road.

I sank into the leather seat, accepting defeat and fastening my seatbelt. I needed the ride so I had to stop being so stubborn.

Looking in the rearview mirror some minutes later, I noticed another car following us.

I frowned. “There’s a car behind us.”

“I know,” Alvise replied, his voice as cold as ever.

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My brows knit together. If he knew about them, then they had to be with him. My guess was that it was the guards from the company. It had to be.

Iew Alvise was a billionaire, but somehow, the idea of him having security felt… strange. Not because wealthy people didn’t have guards, they obviously did. But there was something different about his. About him.

There were so many questions I wanted to ask. Questions I’d wanted to ask for weeks now. But I didn’t have the right to ask them. And maybe I never would.

The rational part of me preferred it that way. Keeping the distance made it easier to stay away.

A while later, Alvise pulled into the parking lot of another restaurant. Not the Chinese restaurant this time

He got out abruptly, leaving me alone with my thoughts before he returned carrying two bags of food. I suddenly remembered I’d survived the entire day on nothing but the coffee I’d had that morning.

Even then, the silence hanging between us was too heavy for me to think about food.

A light drizzle soon began tapping against the windshield and within seconds, it turned into a heavy downpour.

As I watched Alvise drive with unwavering focus, his eyes fixed on the road and his grip steady on the steering wheel, guilt settled quietly in my chest. If he hadn’t insisted on driving me home, he’d probably already be back at his own place by now

I bit the inside of my cheek before the apology slipped out. “I’m sorry for being an inconvenience.”

He didn’t answer, but I knew he’d heard me. His shoulders stiffened almost imperceptibly, and his grip on the steering wheel tightened.

Suddenly, the car came to an abrupt stop. Frowning, I wiped away the fog gathering on the window with the sleeve of my

hand and looked outside.

We were already at my apartment building. A relieved breath escaped me as I turned toward him. “Thank you so much.”

Once again, he said nothing. Instead, he got out of the car, seemingly unconcerned by the rain pouring from the sky.

I swallowed as I watched him walk around the car before opening my door. The moment I stepped outside, icy rain lashed against my skin.

Alvise shut the door behind me, then took hold of my wrist and guided me toward my apartment building. I hurried to keep up with his long strides, shivering as the freezing rain soaked through my clothes in seconds.

Relief washed over me the moment we stepped into the lobby. I glanced down at my soaked trousers and tailored blouse and frowned, biting my lips.

Across from me, Alvise looked almost untouched despite the rain. His thick dark hair clung slightly to his forehead, his suit damp but still somehow impossibly neat.

Ignoring the fact that I was openly staring, he pressed the button for my floor as though he’d memorized it long ago before motioning for me to step into the elevator.

I did. But just before the doors could close, something inside me won and I hurried back out and caught his hand as he turned to leave. “Will you be able to drive in this?” I asked quietly as my eyes drifted toward the sheets of rain pounding against the glass doors. “It’s coming down pretty hard.”

He didn’t look remotely concerned. If anything, dark amusement flickered across his face. “The rain isn’t that heavy.”

I drew in a slow breath, choosing to ignore the smugness in his voice. Then, before I could second-guess myself, the words escaped. “You can come upstairs with me.”

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