Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 366

Willow sat in the cafe downstairs, watching the crowd file in and out through the glass window, the smile on her lips slowly fading.

For her second message, she dropped the hurt act.

*I heard Wren got her hands on Vivian's old photo. It apparently says Project Morning Star Phase II on it.*

This time, Lawrence called her in less than a minute.

Looking at the caller ID, the corners of Willow's lips finally curled up.

She answered, keeping her voice deliberately hesitant.

"Lawrence?"

His voice was low. "Who did you hear that from?"

"The Whitaker Estate is a mess." She held her coffee cup, tracing the rim with her finger. "My mom is terrified, and my dad refuses to say a word. I'm just worried about Wren. She has Leo with her, and now she's digging into all this old history. What if someone uses her..."

"How much do you know about Project Morning Star Phase II?"

Willow lowered her eyes.

He didn't ask if she was scared, nor did he ask what happened to the Whitakers.

He only asked how much she knew.

It seemed this thing was far more crucial than she had anticipated.

"I don't know anything," she whispered. "All I know is that Vivian used to fight with my dad over this project. After that, a lot of things were moved out of the house."

The line went dead silent for a few seconds.

Lawrence didn't say a word.

In those brief seconds, Willow could vividly picture his expression. His brows would be furrowed in impatience, yet he had no choice but to keep listening.

"Lawrence," she called out softly. "Can I see you? I don't want to talk about this over the phone."

"I'll have my driver pick you up tonight."

Her grip on the cup finally loosened.

"Okay."

At nine o'clock that evening, the driver dropped her off at Lawrence's apartment.

She had been here countless times.

The slippers she usually wore were in the entryway, and her coat still hung in the closet. Every time she walked in before, she felt she was one step closer to being the official Mrs. Langford.

But looking around tonight, the place just felt cold.

Willow knew this perfectly well, but the clearer it became, the more she knew she couldn't back down. She walked over, knelt in front of him, and looked up at his face.

"Today in the conference room, I had to sit there and watch my name get bumped down the credits while everyone stared. Even Jude Sinclair abandoned me. Lawrence, I know I've made mistakes, but I just wanted something to call my own."

Her voice choked on a sob.

It was half-true, half-act.

She did want something of her own.

But what she wanted was never just a little piece of the pie.

Lawrence looked down at her, his gaze so dark his emotions were illegible.

Willow reached out and gently rested a hand on his knee.

"I'm not as smart as Wren, and I don't have an army of people fighting for me like she does. All I have is you."

Even as the words left her mouth, she realized how practiced they felt.

Lawrence used to buy into this routine.

He liked it when she relied on him, liked when she handed him all her insecurities, liked being the only lifeline she could cling to.