Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 246

It was a fleeting look.

But entirely genuine.

Lawrence just asked her, "Were you nervous?"

Wren shook her head. "I was okay."

"You did fine."

Just those three words.

Yet Wren looked down and smiled.

Standing beside them, Harrison suddenly felt entirely out of place.

That was the first time he realized that some cases of love at first sight were doomed from the start.

By the time you saw her, her eyes were already fixed on someone else.

For a long time after that, Harrison never actively approached Wren again.

Not because he was particularly noble.

But because he knew his boundaries.

She was in love with Lawrence, and it was painfully obvious. Even if she never said it, even if she hid her feelings well, Harrison could see right through it.

Over the years, Harrison had witnessed countless flings, games, transactions, and raw lust.

Because he had seen so much of it, he refused to let his own spark of affection turn into something ugly.

He attended Wren's engagement party.

And he went to her wedding too.

Walking down the aisle in her gown, bathed in soft light, she looked so breathtakingly beautiful that she hardly resembled the girl who had presented models with her laptop.

Lawrence stood at the end of the aisle.

From his seat in the crowd, Harrison watched Wren walk toward him step by step.

Guests nearby murmured in envy, whispering about what a perfect match the Langfords and Whitakers made.

Harrison held a glass of champagne, untouched.

All he could think was that Wren looked far too happy that day.

So happy that feeling sorry for her felt like an insult.

In the years following her marriage, he rarely saw her.

Occasionally, they would bump into each other at Langford Estate banquets, but she was always busy.

Busy checking on Grandmother Langford's health, busy looking after Leo, busy entertaining unfamiliar guests for Eleanor, and busy smoothing things over whenever Lawrence showed up late.

A few times, Harrison almost asked her if she was exhausted.

Harrison didn't answer immediately.

The city outside was quiet, his reflection mirrored in the windowpane.

After a few seconds, he replied, "Partly."

His assistant didn't dare respond.

Harrison chuckled. "What, think I'm losing my business edge?"

"No," the assistant chose his words carefully. "It's just that the board might ask questions."

"Then tell them Stellaris has long-term philanthropic value and sets an industry standard. If the Xander Fund sticks to handing out checks, we'll always be seen as a vanity project for the rich. But if we help shape the ethics of patient data, that changes the game entirely."

He stated it perfectly clearly.

And it was the absolute truth.

But beneath that truth lay a sliver of selfish desire.

Harrison didn't deny it.

He used to be in love with Wren.

Maybe he still was.

But love didn't mean throwing his foundation's money around to settle her scores, nor did it mean playing her savior.