Chapter 197

Olivia

Alexander was quiet for a moment. When he spoke, his voice was thoughtful. “What kind of legacy do you want to leave?

The question caught me off guard. “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it in those terms.”

“Think about it now.”

I considered his question, my eyes still on the illuminated manuscript. “Something that matters, I guess. Something that helps people or makes the world slightly better.”

“That’s admirably vague.”

I elbowed him gently. “What about you? What’s your legacy going to be? Carter Enterprises expanding into new markets?

“That’s my grandfather’s legacy, not mine.” He paused. “I’m still figuring out what mine will be.”

There was something vulnerable in his admission, a crack in his usual confidence. I turned to face him, surprised by the contemplative expression on his face.

“We have time to figure it out,” I said, not entirely sure why I’d said “we” instead of “you.”

Alexander’s eyes met mine, something unreadable passing between us. The moment stretched, charged with an intensity that had nothing to do with ancient artifacts.

“Should we see the reading room?” he asked finally, breaking the spell.

“Definitely. Lead the way.”

The reading room was breathtaking, a circular space with towering bookshelves and a magnificent domed ceiling. Natural light filtered through windows high above, casting everything in a warm glow.

“This is gorgeous,” I whispered, spinning slowly to take it all in.

“No shouting in the British Library,” Alexander teased.

“I’m whispering!”

“Barely.”

We found a quiet corner and sat on one of the benches, simply enjoying the space. Other visitors moved quietly around us, their footsteps muffled on the polished floors.

“Thank

you

this,” I said after a few minutes of

“For what?

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me here. For taking the time to do tourist things even when you’d probably

hand found mine, his fingers interlacing with my own. “I’d rather be

breath caught at the sincerity in his voice. “Careful, Mr. Carter. That almost sounded

we need to be romantic

“Right. Practice.”

it wasn’t entirely practice. And the way my heart

the museum, eventually finding ourselves in the ancient civilizations wing where Alexander

centuries of people touching it in the exact same spot. All those

beautiful,” I admitted. “And slightly depressing

are.”

“Getting philosophical again?”

does that to me. All this permanence makes you realize how fleeting everything else

my own. “Then we should make the most of our fleeting

was surprisingly

he said with mock

its descent

we stepped

All that culture worked

Authentic British

“Lead the way.”

from business hours to evening leisure. People spilled out of offices, heading to happy hours

a side street, its exterior covered in dark wood and etched glass. The sign above the door read “The Crown and Anchor” in faded gold

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warm a

the bar was lined with brass fixtures that had been polished to a dull shine. The scent of beer and fried

said as we found a corner table. “Supposedly Shakespeare

it. This place looks older than

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