To Love a Shadow, To Be the Sun novel Chapter 239

Elara lost her balance and stumbled right into his chest; Zane’s hand shot out to steady her by the waist.

Though they’d been “closer” just the night before, Elara couldn’t help the turmoil in her heart.

She took a breath to steady herself before asking, “Mr. Lawrence, what exactly do you mean by this?”

Zane looked down at her, lips curving in the faintest of smiles. “A business proposition.”

“A proposition?” Elara arched an eyebrow.

“I’ll help you get a divorce,” Zane said simply.

Elara’s lashes fluttered. “And the price? What do you want from me in return?”

He studied her face, his gaze calm and unreadable, but said nothing.

Elara remembered all his cutting remarks from before, and a flicker of mockery surfaced in her eyes.

“Does your wife know about this sudden burst of… generosity, Mr. Lawrence? You all might have ruined my reputation, but I’m not desperate enough to run off with someone else’s husband just to get divorced.”

Zane didn’t seem offended. In fact, he even chuckled. “You’ve got the wrong idea. All I want is your… honesty.”

She stared at him a moment, then suddenly laughed.

“Honesty? You can’t seriously think that just because you pulled me into your arms, we’re now baring our souls to each other?”

Her smile vanished as quickly as it appeared, her voice turning cold.

“There’s nothing left between us worth discussing—no old ties to revisit, and certainly no trust to share. So do me a favor and stop acting like you’re doing me one by holding me up.”

Just then, the elevator chimed and the doors slid open.

Elara pried his hand off her waist and strode out.

Whether distracted or just off-balance in her heels, she nearly tripped the moment she stepped out of the elevator.

Before she could fall, Zane was already there, an arm around her waist once again.

His eyes glimmered with amusement, as if to say, See? Without me, you’d be flat on your face.

Her composure was starting to crack. Flushing, she batted his hand away. “I don’t need your help!”

Her tone was snappy, but the tips of her ears had gone pink.

She didn’t look back, practically fleeing down the hall.

Zane watched her retreat, pride and mortification warring in her every step. He felt a flicker of interest he hadn’t even realized was there.

He was about to keep walking when Ryan hurried up from another elevator.

“Uncle Zane!”

He jogged over.

Zane’s tone was cool. “Just here with a friend.”

“Oh. I’m just picking up some medication for Dad,” Jason replied, bowing his head politely as he headed for the clinic building.

Zane hesitated, then called after him, “You’ve been wanting to work with Ignition Dynamics, haven’t you?”

Jason paused, surprised, then nodded.

“Elara’s family is dealing with something right now.”

“What kind of thing?” Jason’s eyes widened.

“I told Ryan already. Look into it yourself,” Zane said, getting into his car and leaving Jason standing there, baffled.

Since when did Uncle Zane start enjoying watching the brothers fight?

The Lincoln L5 glided away from the hospital.

From the driver’s seat, Quincy Shelton kept sneaking glances at Zane in the rearview mirror before finally giving in to curiosity. “Boss, did you cover for Mr. Ryan this time because of Miss Jules?”

Zane didn’t answer. The car was silent.

Quincy mulled it over, but decided his boss wasn’t the type to lose his head over a woman.

“Or… do you suspect Miss Jules and Mr. Ryan are working together? That she’s trying to make you question her identity—hoping if you start to believe she’s the one you’ve been searching for, she can use that status to help Mr. Ryan gain an edge in the fight with the eldest son? So now you’re letting the eldest son get involved too, just to see who’s playing who?”