Chapter 52
Chapter 52:
Kailey turned the idea over in silence. It wasn’t unreasonable. Marriage was already on the horizon, and Kyson had never given her a reason to doubt him.
She lifted her phone. “Send me the address. Once I finish packing, I’ll get a cab over p>
Back in her room, she slowly scanned the shelves and closet, deciding which worn clothes and old books she could donate to the recycling center. Once the staff confirmed pickup, she arranged for a cleaning lady—determined to leave the estate in perfect order—then carried her neatly sealed boxes out to the driveway.
Facing the quiet house one last time, a hollow ache pressed against her chest, subtle yet impossible to ignore. From this moment forward, her days would unfold without Ryan’s shadow anywhere near her life.
A faint smile curved across her lips as a light breeze lifted the loose strands of her hair and grazed her cheeks.
“I’m leaving now,” she murmured softly.
The words drifted into the still air and vanished unanswered. She turned and walked away without a single backward glance.
Just as she reached for her phone to arrange a moving van, the low purr of an engine drew her attention to a sleek black Cayenne pulling up—Kyson’s assistant, Bruno Hinks, behind the wheel.
“Miss Evans, Mr. Blake asked me to come and pick you up,” Bruno said politely through the open window.
𝘞𝗵𝖺𝘵 е𝘷ery𝗈n𝗲 i𝗌 re𝖺𝖽𝗶𝗻𝗴 o𝗇 𝗴а𝗹𝗇о𝗏е𝘭𝗌.сo𝗆
Surprise crossed Kailey’s face. “How did he even know I’d finished packing p>
A playful grin tugged at Bruno’s mouth. “Perhaps he simply has an uncanny sense of timing p>
With a ride already waiting, Kailey didn’t hesitate. She and Bruno loaded the suitcases into the back and set off toward Kyson’s residence.
Sundown Estate, nestled on the city’s quieter outskirts, felt worlds away from what greeted her—a soaring glass high-rise in the heart of downtown Jucridge, its facade glittering against the city skyline. Bruno coordinated quickly with the building’s property staff, then reached across and tapped the elevator button. “Miss Evans, head up first. We’ll bring the rest p>
Without argument, Kailey slipped inside with her shoulder bag and let the doors close behind her.
A quiet hum filled the lift as it climbed toward the fifty-eighth floor, each passing number making her pulse beat a little faster. She drew in a steady breath, smoothed her rumpled hair, and straightened her clothes, studying her reflection in the mirrored wall. The woman staring back still looked faintly travel-worn, and a flicker of regret crossed her mind for skipping a shower before leaving. She wondered, with a touch of anxiety, whether Kyson would notice.
Before her thoughts could spiral any further, the elevator chimed softly and slid open.
Kailey squared her shoulders and decided it simply wasn’t worth caring. If he liked what he saw, he could look; if not, he could look away. She had no intention of twisting herself into someone else to suit a man’s opinion.
Absorbed in that quietly defiant thought, she walked straight through the entrance—and only then remembered that this building held a single residence per floor.