Obsession His Runaway Bride (Noelle and Adrian) novel Chapter 140

Chapter 140: Quest

Chapter 140: Quest

Evening had stretched soft gold across the skies by the time Keegan’s car rolled into the estate’s driveway. The second the front gates opened, a smile tugged at his lips.

He was home.

And she would be waiting.

Keegan barely waited for the car to stop fully before reaching for the door handle himself, already loosening his tie, eager to see her face–even just the back of her head with a book in hand or the sound of her humming off–key in the kitchen. Anything.

But the second he stepped out of the car, his smile faltered.

The estate was quiet. Keegan froze at the foot of the steps as his heart thudded in his chest.

He didn’t know why the silence made him uneasy, but it did.

An that’s when a sick thought flickered across his mind. What if she left? What if she ran?

It would make sense, wouldn’t it? The waving goodbye that morning. The hesitant look in her eyes. What if that had been her way of saying goodbye?

He clenched his fists.

“Sir?” Xy asked, still by the car.

Keegan didn’t respond.

He quickly bolted up the steps and reached for the doors. But they weren’t locked. The sound echoed in the quiet hall like a cannon blast, and he stepped inside, holding his breath and his eyes sweeping the room with an urgency that bordered on

frantic.

“Grace?” he called out once. Then again, louder. “Grace.”

But there was no answer.

He moved fast, passing through the foyer, past the dining room and down the hall, looking for any sign of her.

And then, just as he turned into the sitting room–he saw her.

Curled peacefully on the couch, one of his sweatshirts drowning her frame. A book lay open in her lap, and headphones covered her ears. Her head bobbed slightly with whatever song was playing

Oblivious.

Perfectly fine.

Keegan let out a laugh that was more of a breathless relief. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on his knees, closing his eyes for a beat as the tension bled from his body.

She was here.

She hadn’t left.

He straightened slowly and walked over as warmth began returning to his face like light slipping back into a room.

Grace didn’t even notice him until he gently removed the headphones from her ears. She blinked up, startled.

Keegan grinned and leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head. Her hair still smelled faintly of whatever shampoo she’d stolen from his side of the shower, and somehow, that stupi little detail calmed something in his chest.

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Chapter 140: Quest

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“How was your day?” he asked. He was still recovering from the panic that had grabbed him by the throat just minutes earlier.

But Grace didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, she closed the book gently, as if setting down something precious. She didn’t look at him right away. Just rose from the couch with that same humble grace she always carried, sleeves of his sweater brushing past her fingertips as she stood. Her feet were bare. Her hair a little messy. But to him, she might as well have been stepping out of a dream.

She turned to face him, eyes searching his like she was looking for something.

Keegan tilted his head slightly out of curiosity. “Everything okay?”

Grace gave a slow nod. Then, almost under her breath she whispered the words that made the air leave his lungs.

“I missed you.”

His heart stuttered.

He stood frozen, unsure if he’d imagined it, until she looked up at Him again and smiled…small and real and so painfully soft it

undid him.

“You… missed me?” he asked, like a boy who couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

She nodded.

“I missed you coming through the doors and annoying me. I missed you talking too much when I’m trying to read. I missed your

ridiculous cologne that clings to everything. I just…” She laughed a little, almost shy. “You were gone for hours, and I missed you.”

Keegan’s chest rose as his breath caught in his throat.

He was never the one who got missed. He was the one people used, tolerated, needed things from but not the one anyone waited for. And certainly not the one anyone cried over in the still parts of the day.

Yet here she was.

He stepped forward slowly, placing a hand on her cheek, letting his thumb brush beneath her eye.

“Say it again,” he murmured.

Grace blinked. “What?”

“Please,” he whispered, leaning in just enough that their foreheads nearly touched. “Say it again.”

“I missed you.”

And this time, her voice didn’t tremble.

Keegan let out a breath that almost sounded like a laugh, except itot stuck somewhere in his chest–too full, too tender to let go properly.

“I missed you too,” he whispered. “Even while I was at work, I kep checking my phone like a lovesick fool just to see if you’d message me first.”

Grace raised an eyebrow “You mean the guy who texted me twelv times to ask if I’d eaten?”

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