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.

coffee?” He asked as he

smiled and nod.

strut to the kitchen,

mind. My dad once said this man was

cause Aiden harm. I didn’t

I asked as I looked

here. I rather be alone.” He responded while making a beeline for the coffee

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

bag on the countertop. “I’m sorry Mr. Harrington. I really didn’t mean to come

I haven’t been getting much

on me intently. “Why are you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s still a

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes a

now,

you have with Aiden. It will only make you

out under his as if he had burnt me. It

in the

seen how far this obsession you have with my grandson is. I fed you more hope. And

“He will never love you. He loves

do you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in love! You don’t know

my head pushing

shook his head sadly. “I do. I do know what love is. And it’s not what you’re feeling for him, Lillian. I only accepted you tonight so I could try to talk

him

feel for your coffee.” I sneered, digging through

I’ll walk you to the door. I hope you’ll think about what I just said. I don’t want to see you be disappointed when he continues

footfalls nearing and clutched the edge

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

as the edge of the

in shock, his face quickly turning

for allowing me into his