All Chapters of Love beyond Numbers: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

ADRIAN POV. The next morning came too fast, Vera was already in the penthouse, dressed like she was walking a runway—extravagant, over-the-top, and clearly aiming to impress. But I couldn’t care less. My mind was elsewhere, far from the charade in front of me. Lilian, of course, was all smiles as she hugged Vera tightly. “Oh, Vera, I’m going to miss you so much!” Even my sister couldn't see that I was happy or she pretended not to notice. “If it wasn’t that I needed to be with Damien(her boyfriend), I would have followed,” Lilian winkedat her. “But you know, priorities!” They both laughed, and hugged, both confessing how much they would miss each other. I stood by the window, distant from the whole scene, just wishing the day would end quickly. That’s when my mum came up beside me, her voice low. “Adrian, darling, you need to smile.” She glanced at me, concern in her eyes. “I know you

ADRIAN POV.Vera was unusually quiet after our talk, her eyes watching me, filled with suspicion. I didn’t care. I leaned back in my seat, pretending she wasn’t there.After a while, she spoke up. “Let’s have a banquet,” she said, her voice calm but with an edge to it.The servers quickly prepared everything—fancy dishes, a big spread like we were having some kind of celebration. She sat at the table, smiling sweetly at the food, then looked at me. “Aren’t you going to join me, Adrian?”I shook my head, not moving from my seat. “No, I’m fine.”Vera’s smile tightened. “If you don’t sit, I’ll send pictures to our fathers. You know, to show them I’m eating alone.” She lifted her phone, ready to take a picture.I sighed. “Exactly. That’s what you’re fond of—showing off,” I muttered, but still, I got up and sat across from her.She didn’t stop smiling, like she had won something. “Whatever,” she said, waving her hand. “But smile more, fiance.”She lif

KATHERINE POV. For two days, I’d been waiting for Adrian to call or text. But my phone stayed silent. My worry was growing, and I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was wrong. Charlotte was up to something, too. She spent the entire day packing her things. She was so excited to go back to the UK and be with her dad. I couldn’t help but feel a pang of sadness knowing that she wanted to leave. She was ignoring me, and I didn’t know how to reach out without pushing her away more. I could hear her singing loudly, more than usual. It was a mix of defiance and joy, and it was clear she was excited about leaving. I wanted to stay close to her, but if she wanted to be with her father, who was I to stop her? She was an adult, after all. To distract myself, I decided to scroll through social media. My eyes fell on the AD Arts page, a site I had followed for over a year. I loved the artwork

ADRIAN POV. It was another day and another chance to push Vera’s buttons. I had to keep her angry, keep her frustrated, until she finally gave up and said the words I was waiting for: ‘I want to go home.’ If I wanted out of Mauritius, this was the only way. It was all set. I had told the butlers to prepare pancakes, but no syrup. Eggs, runny and barely cooked. And black coffee, no sugar, no cream. They were Vera’s least favorite dish, something she couldn’t stand—and then told them all to take the day off. She wouldn’t see this coming. Vera came storming down the stairs late in the morning, already in a foul mood. She was still in her robe, hair messy, looking furious. “Where is everyone?!” she shouted. “Why didn’t anyone wake me up? Don’t they know I’d be hungry by now?” No one answered her and it only infuriated her the more. “I’m starving! What kind of service is this?”

ADRIAN’S POV. I couldn’t wait for the day to end. All day, I kept glancing at my office door, counting down the minutes. Being back here, being near Katherine again—I just wanted to hold her, to feel her in my arms. When the office finally started to empty, I felt a rush of excitement. Soon, it would just be us. I watched as the last few staff members left. The place grew quiet, just the way I liked it. I smiled, feeling a little giddy like a kid sneaking around to do something he wasn't supposed to. I made my way to Katherine’s desk. She was still busy, typing away, her eyes focused on the screen. Always so dedicated, even when I wanted her attention all to myself. “Katherine,” I said, leaning on the side of her desk. She looked up, her eyes brightening when she saw me. But then, she quickly glanced back at her screen. “I just need to finish this,” she mumbled, her fingers still fly