The End of a Marriage (Colette and Matheo) novel Chapter 212

Chapter 212

CHAPTER 14

For a moment, Isla simply stared at him, her wide, ocean–blue eyes

fixed on his face, her expression a perfect blend of shock and!

disbelief. Graham could feel his patience stretching thin as an

awkward silence settled over them, and he couldn’t help but

internally groan. He’d just laid his heart–and his future–on the line,

offering her everything he had, and she was looking at him as if he’d

grown a second head.

But he reassured himself it was just the initial shock. Of course, she

hadn’t expected him to propose this. How could she? She didn’t yet

understand what he was offering her–how monumental, how life-

changing this was. Once she let it sink in, he was sure she’d see the

opportunity for what it was. He wasn’t just proposing a marriage; he

was offering her a life most people could only dream of.

His lips curved into a slow, self–assured smile. He wasn’t a vain man,

not in the traditional sense, but he knew his worth. He was Graham

Lancaster, a man who turned heads wherever he went, not just

because of his striking looks but because of his power, his wealth, and his influence. With dark, piercing eyes, a strong jawline, and the kind of physique that came from relentless discipline, he’d been called

“irresistible” more times than he could count. Add to that the billions

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in his bank account, and he was well aware of how the world saw him.

He also knew Isla wasn’t blind or stupid. She was smart–maybe too

smart for her own good sometimes. Surely, she would realize what he

was offering her. As his wife, she wouldn’t just belong somewhere;

she’d belong everywhere. Thornfield Manor, his empire, his life-

they’d all be hers. And when she understood that, she’d be happy.

Excited, even.

The thought made his chest tighten with anticipation. She’d be

radiant, glowing with the joy of realizing she’d finally found what

she’d been searching for a family, a home, a place where she truly

belonged.

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Graham’s mind drifted to the future, and he couldn’t stop the smile

that spread across his face. He imagined her a few years down the

line, with a softness in her face that came from true happiness, her

hand resting on a swollen belly as she carried their child. He wanted

two children–no, he needed two. A boy to carry his name and legacy,

and a girl who’d inherit Isla’s beauty and gentle spirit.

The thought of making those children with her sent a heated wave

rushing through him. His body tightened instinctively, and he shifted

slightly in his seat to disguise his growing arousal. He could already tell that their chemistry would be explosive. Every glance, every accidental brush of their hands, every charged moment between them had hinted at it. Isla might be innocent, but her body spoke to his in

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ways words never could.

He imagined their first night together, the way she’d look beneath

him, her cheeks flushed with a mix of nervousness and desire. He’d

take his time with her, guiding her, showing her that she was his and that he would worship her in every way possible. The thought alone

made his breathing shallow, his pulse quicken.

And when they made love, it wouldn’t just be about passion–it would

be about claiming her, body and soul. She’d be his in every way that

mattered, and he’d ensure she knew it with every touch, every kiss,

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