Westley You Are Late Novel by Anonymous

Westley You Are Late Chapter 24 The color drained from Westley’s face. He didn’t answer. But his silence was an answer in itself. I had thought that hearing those words might still cause a flicker of pain. But it didn’t. Instead, my mind went back to the operating room a year ago. Before the anesthesia

Westley You Are Late Chapter 23 By the time I got down to the reception lounge, Sofia was sitting on a sofa, holding the baby. Leo stood by the window, his expression grim, two suitcases thrown at his feet. Westley was standing a few feet away from both of them. It had only been a

Westley You Are Late Chapter 22 My wedding to Thatcher was fast approaching. I stopped paying attention to Westley’s drama. The day before the wedding, I heard another piece of news. This time, it was even uglier. The DNA test results came back. The child wasn’t Westley’s. Sofia stormed the Ferraro estate and caused a

Westley You Are Late Chapter 21 Westley’s expression changed in a flash, and his first instinct was to look at me. Only then did Leo seem to notice I was there. His tone was barbed. “Well, if it isn’t Mrs. Sinclair. Never thought the man you’d marry would be Thatcher. You certainly kept that under

Westley You Are Late Chapter 20 A soft nip on my lip brought me back with a sharp intake of breath. When I opened my eyes, I met Thatcher’s dark, searching gaze. “You’re spacing out while I’m kissing you. What are you thinking about?” I wrapped my arms around his neck. “You.” He let out

Westley You Are Late Chapter 19 It wasn’t an aggressive confession. He said it so lightly, it was almost playful. And yet, somehow, his words stirred something deep inside me. I didn’t answer, instinctively looking away. He didn’t push, simply getting up to pour me a glass of water before changing the subject. That night,

Westley You Are Late Chapter 18 A year ago, when I decided to have the surgery, my parents were overseas, caught in the middle of a difficult acquisition. They couldn’t get back. On the phone, my father was quiet for a long time. Finally, he just said, “Brielle, don’t be scared. Dad will find someone

Westley You Are Late Chapter 17 In that instant, the entire ballroom seemed to hold its breath. Westley’s head snapped toward me, the color draining from his face. When his gaze dropped to the hand settled firmly on my waist, the last of his certainty shattered, leaving only raw despair in its wake. At some

Westley You Are Late Chapter 16 Even now, he could still say something like that. As if I were still standing in the same place I’d always been, just waiting for him to turn around and casually offer me marriage. I didn’t linger to hear more, instead turning down another hallway. Fifteen minutes later, I

Westley You Are Late Chapter 15 On Friday night, when I walked into the ballroom on Thatcher’s arm, I realized the event was hosted by the Ferraro family. No wonder the Pierces had been on the guest list. And no wonder Westley had sounded so certain I would be there. Thatcher must have noticed the