Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 478

She took two steps forward, her voice trembling.

"I know I did a lot of wrong things. But I wasn't this bad from the beginning. Lawrence, I just wanted to hold onto something."

Lawrence was silent.

Willow walked up to him and reached out to touch his cuff.

He didn't pull away immediately.

That brief hesitation gave her a glimmer of hope.

She stepped closer, her voice fragile enough to break.

"I don't have as many people helping me as my sister does. I've had to fight for myself since I was little. Now everyone has abandoned me. Are you going to throw me away too?"

She looked up to kiss him.

The scent was familiar.

The tears were familiar.

When her body pressed against his, Lawrence felt a moment of daze.

In the past, this was exactly how he escaped his frustration, loss of control, and emptiness. Willow was soft, dependent, and didn't ask questions. She wasn't like Wren, who was always clear-headed and always forced him to see the things he wanted to avoid.

Willow made him feel needed.

But that moment passed quickly.

His gaze shifted over her shoulder, landing on the old sticky note on the desk.

*Vivian Vance's objection letter has been intercepted.*

*Pending Quentin Whitaker's confirmation of the Apex Trading data flow before further processing.*

Those old words lay there quietly, a reminder that the things he didn't want to face wouldn't disappear just because of a moment of physical intimacy.

Lawrence turned his head away.

Willow's kiss met thin air.

She froze.

Only the sound of the rain and their breathing filled the office.

Lawrence grasped her shoulders and pushed her away.

The movement wasn't rough, but it was definitive.

"Willow, don't use this method anymore."

The color drained from Willow's face.

"This method?"

Lawrence looked at her, his voice deep. "I accepted it in the past, and that was my problem. Not because it was right."

The words hit her so hard she almost stumbled.

"You think I'm disgusting now?"

Lawrence frowned.

"I didn't say that."

"But that's what you meant," Willow laughed as tears fell. "You won't touch me now because you finally feel guilty about Wren, right?"

Lawrence didn't answer.

His silence turned her gaze colder.

"She doesn't want you anymore, Lawrence." Her voice was soft but venomous. "You're playing the father now, investigating old cases, following rules, and talking about responsibility. Does she see it? Will she come back?"

Lawrence's fingers slowly tightened.

Gavin had said it.

Now Willow was saying it too.

They both knew what he feared most.

Willow continued, "She has Julian York by her side. That man is clean, restrained, understands her, and even takes care of your son. What's the point of playing the good guy now?"

"Enough."

Lawrence's voice turned icy.

Willow stared at him.

"You finally love her, don't you?"

Lawrence's eyes darkened profoundly.

The question felt like a knife.

He could deny it, he could get angry, he could throw her out.

But the denial stuck in his throat, impossible to voice.

Seeing his silence, Willow gave a hollow laugh.

Tears streamed down her cheeks.

"How pathetic. When she loved you, you were with me. Now that she doesn't want you, you've finally learned how to love her."

Lawrence's face turned pale.

"Get out."

Willow stood rooted to the spot.

"Lawrence..."

"Get out."

This time, he didn't soften.