The Girl He Craves

Lillian’s pov

I wait for Christopher to drive off before stepping out of the house.

It was late.

And probably way passed that old man’s bedtime. But I had a mission to accomplish.

And the mission was to get Aiden to marry me.

I got into my car and drove off.

Christopher didn’t need to know what I had planned, neither did dad.

I’ll tell them if everything goes as planned.

When I got to Sergio’s place, I pulled up beside the house. The guards stationed at the entrance let me in after a lot of begging on my part.

Apparently Sergio told them to let me in.

I sighed, pushing my hair behind my ears. I opened the compartment and took the small silver object.

Pressing my lips together, I push the

knife in my bag and got out of the car.

I knocked on the door and this time Sergio was the one who opened up for me and not his maid.

“Mr. Harrington.”

“What are you doing here so late Lillian? Does your brother know you’re here?” Sergio’s brows pinched as he let me in.

I shook my head and gave him a polite smile. “No. I came to speak to you Mr. Harrington. My brother and I acted a bit out of order earlier. We were angry. I came here to apologize. I wouldn’t be able to sleep tonight if I didn’t. ”

He nods stiffly. This was the first time I saw the old geezer without a suit and tie. He was dressed in his pajamas.

asked as he gestured me to the

and nod.

kitchen,

mind. My dad once said this man was stubborn as a bull. But at least I

harm. I didn’t want one little hair touched on

as I

don’t let anyone stay the night here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making a beeline

little. If you were anyone else, I wouldn’t

countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington. I

“Sleep? I haven’t been

Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a no. I

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes a step

now,

and squeezes it. “This path. This sick path. This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do things

as if

to be. Sophie’s just a stupid pillar in the way. You’ll see, he’ll

his head, his head dipping. “I should’ve seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And I’m sorry for that Lillian.

loves her. Don’t try to fight your way between them Lillian. You’ll be the one to get hurt. A love like theirs doesn’t easily

fart as I reach for my bag. “What do you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in love!

head pounded, a voice in my head pushing me to that edge. That

only accepted you tonight so

glared at him

no longer feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging through my

you to the door. I hope you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see you be

nearing and

and when he’s close enough, I fished out the

his painful gasp as the edge of the sharp

shock,

for allowing me