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.

some coffee?” He asked as he gestured me to the

and nod. “Yes

the kitchen, me glaring

he would change his mind. My dad once said this

Christopher’s way might cause Aiden harm. I didn’t want

around?” I asked as I

I rather be alone.” He

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

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

snorted. “Sleep? I haven’t been getting much of those.

you here Lillian? If this is about Aiden. It’s

My hands fists.

“Mr. Harrington-.

off and takes

with me now, only the kitchen

sick path. This sick obsession you have with Aiden. It will only make you do things you’ll regret. You need to let him

pulled my hand out under his as if he had burnt me. It

in the way.

seen how far this obsession you have with my

you. He loves her. Don’t try to fight your

the old fart as I reach for my bag. “What do you know about love, you old geezer? You’ve never been in love! You don’t know

head pounded, a voice in my head

Lillian. I only accepted

him and

feel for your coffee.” I

just said. I don’t want to

hear the sound of his footfalls nearing and clutched the edge of the

so he’d catch up and when he’s close

his painful gasp as the edge of the sharp silver blade

eyes widen in shock, his face quickly turning

was kicking himself for allowing me into his home. He