All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me, Mr Blackwell: Chapter 31 - Chapter 33

LYDIAI was roused from sleep by the soft morning light which was filtering in through the curtains. For a second, I didn’t know where I was. Then, everything from last night came rushing back to me—Lucas carrying me home, his calm voice telling me over and over again that I was safe. I turned my head to the side and saw that he was asleep, in a chair, by the window, with his head resting against the back, one arm hanging loose. He looked peaceful while he slept with his chest rising and falling slowly under his shirt from last night. I stayed there for a minute, just watching him—the way he slept, the way his hair fell across his forehead, the stubble on his jaw, the quiet strength in his face even while he was asleep. My heart did something funny that it wasn't supposed to in my chest. And I slipped out of bed carefully because I did not want to wake him up. When my feet touched the cool floor, I winced softly before I grabbed his shirt from the chair and carefully pulled it o

LYDIAWe left after breakfast and made it to the conference room narrowly in time with about four minutes to spare. That was because Lucas had taken more time to freshen up after the meal.Morgan was already present inside the conference room, standing at the head of the table with a folder in her hands and a look on her face that instantly made my stomach to tighten before she had even said a single word because I knew exactly what that look meant.Trouble. Problem. What kind of quagmire were we all in this time and how bad was it?"The Riverside client is threatening to pull out of the project," she said. "They said they had received an anonymous tip this morning which pitched the claims that the lead designer of the project had plagiarized the lobby concept from a firm in Chicago."The floor felt unsteady underneath my body for a tense moment.What. The. Fuck.Like what the actual fuck?Plagiar