Forever You Lynn, Sandi (best novels to read in english txt) 📖

“I’m feeling extremely happy, mom. I can’t even explain it to you.”

“Do the two of you have any other news that you may want to share with me?” she smiled.

Ellery came walking over to us and put her arm around me. “Don’t you think now would be the

perfect opportunity to tell everybody that we’ve set the wedding date?” I whispered to her.

“Yes, it’s the perfect time, so let’s do it,” she excitedly replied.

I took Ellery’s hand and led her to the center of the room. I called for everyone’s attention as they

gathered around us. I put my arm around her waist and smiled at her. She told me to go ahead and

announce the date. I held up my glass of champagne.

“I want to thank all of you for coming tonight and celebrating Ellery’s great news. Now, we have

even more news to share. I would like everyone to plan on attending our wedding and celebrating

with us on June 15th!” The crowd stirred in excitement, and glasses were raised. Congratulations

were said, and happiness was heard all around the room.

A couple of hours later, everyone said their goodbyes, and suddenly, the penthouse was quiet.

Ellery walked over to the couch and collapsed on it. I sat down next to her and pulled her feet on my

lap. I started massaging them as she smiled at me.

“Thank you for tonight,” she said.

“You’re welcome. You deserve a party with family and friends for everything you’ve been through

these last few months. It’s only the beginning of the many things I’m going to do for you, Ellery.”

“You’ve already done enough, and I can’t thank you enough.”

“I know one way you can thank me if you’re up to it,” I grinned.

Ellery got up from the couch, grabbed me by my shirt, and led me to the bedroom. She thanked me

for the next hour and a half before we fell fast asleep, wrapped in each other’s arms.

Chapter 28

The next morning as I was sitting at my desk, I called the contractor to inquire about the house. “I

fucking told you that the house better be done in three days!” I screamed into the phone. “You’ve had

three months to get that house finished, and I paid you a lot of fucking money to see that it happened.

Now you better get off your ass and get it done, because if it’s not finished when I come there in three

days to inspect, I will sue you and shut you down for good!” I threw my phone across the desk just as

Phil walked in.

“We need to talk, Connor,” he said as he sat down.

“Not now, Phil; it’s not a good time.”

“Well, you’re going to want to hear this. It’s about the fire in Chicago,” he spoke seriously.

I got up from my desk and looked at him. “What? What the hell do you have to tell me?”

“They found the person responsible for the fire, and it’s someone you know,” he spoke.

“Someone I know? Who the hell would do that to me?” I started to get nervous.

“It was Ashlyn. She was the one who hired the guy to set the fire.”

I walked to the other side of my desk and paced the floor. “Are you absolutely positive about

Ashlyn?”

“Yes, Connor; the police have her under arrest. The guy finally broke down and confessed

everything after the police arrested him again on some other charges.”

“Alright, then it’s done. I’m getting married in a week, and I don’t need this. You are to handle

everything. I don’t want to hear another word about it until after I get back from my honeymoon.”

“Aren’t you going to confront her about it?” Phil asked.

“No, what’s done is done. I’m sure I know the reason anyway. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a

beautiful fiancée who’s waiting at home for me,” I said as I grabbed my briefcase and left the office.

On the way home, I thought about whether or not to tell Ellery about Ashlyn. I didn’t want to upset

her, but we aren’t keeping secrets from each other, and if she found out that I didn’t tell her, there

would be hell to pay. I stepped off the elevator and into the hallway and was caught off guard by a

tantalizing smell, coming from the kitchen. I set my briefcase down and walked to the kitchen to find

Ellery cooking dinner.

“Are you cooking, Miss Lane?” I asked as I put my hands on her hips and kissed her.

“Yes, and you’re going to eat it, whether you like it or not,” she smiled.

“I’ll eat anything from you,” I winked. She hit me on the arm and turned to the oven. I grabbed a

couple of glasses, filled them with wine, and set them on the table. Ellery took a chicken pot pie out

of the oven and set it in the middle of the table.

“My mom used to make this for my dad and me. It was his favorite. I’ve kept the recipe with me all

these years. I started making it for him when I was only nine years old,” she said