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.

He asked

and nod. “Yes

to the kitchen, me glaring at his

once said this man was stubborn as

didn’t want one little hair touched

around?” I asked as

let anyone stay the night here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making a beeline for

didn’t turn you away because I have known you since when you were little. If you were

countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington.

I haven’t been getting

here Lillian? If this

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

He cuts me off and takes

me now, only the kitchen island

have with Aiden. It will only make

as if

Sophie’s just a stupid pillar in the way.

seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And I’m sorry for that Lillian. But you must

my fury. “He will never love you. He loves her.

my bag. “What do you know about love, you

my head pushing me to that edge. That

do know what love is. And it’s not what you’re feeling for him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight

at him and whipped

for your coffee.”

you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see

his footfalls nearing and clutched the edge of the knife in my

down so he’d catch up and when he’s close enough, I fished out

sound of his painful gasp as the edge of the

in shock, his

was kicking himself for allowing