He Didn’t Kidnap Me. Not Exactly novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109

(Daisy’s POV)

I walked toward the parking lot like someone heading into an exam they hadn’t studied for. Which was funny, considering I had just

survived a math competition.

“You’ve got this, I muttered under my breath. “This is a good plan. A very good plan. A flawless plan, even.”

A pause. “…Okay, maybe not flawless, but still good.”

I tightened my grip on my bag strap as I walked. Aria deserved this. She deserved honesty. She deserved a shot. And I was doing the right thing.

Yes. This was right. Totally right. Absolutely right….Right?

I pushed that last thought away before it could grow teeth and bite me.

The discreet parking lot came into view, quieter than the main one, tucked away like it knew it wasn’t meant for attention.

I spotted the car first. Then him. Adrian stood a few steps away from it, phone pressed to his ear. His posture was relaxed, but something about him wasn’t. His face, it had changed.

The warmth I had gotten used to lately? Gone. What remained was something colder. Sharper. Familiar.

I slowed down as I approached, not interrupting, just leaning lightly against the car with my arms folded, waiting. And listening.

“…run a full sweep,” he was saying. His voice was low, controlled. ‘I want every movement tracked. No assumptions.”

A pause.

‘Don’t wait for them to act. Anticipate it. I want us ahead before they even think they’re ahead.”

Another pause. My chest tightened slightly.

“Call me when it’s done,” he continued. “And prepare the weapons.”

Weapons. The word landed quietly.

He ended the call. For a second, he didn’t move. Then he turned, and just like that, the cold expression disappeared. Replaced. Like it had never been there.

His gaze softened when it landed on me. “Hey.”

i blinked. ‘Is everything okay?” I asked before I could stop myself.

A beat. “Yeah,” he said easily. “Just making sure shopping is going well.”

I stared at him. “…Shopping?”

Yes. Shopping.”

I narrowed my eyes slightly. “Okay.”

We both knew I didn’t believe him. He didn’t seem particularly bothered.

He moved toward the car, opening the door like the conversation had never happened.

I stepped forward quickly. I’m driving today.”

He paused, looked at me once, and said, flatly: “That’s never happening. Then he got in.

I stood there for a second. Rude.

Then I walked around and got into the passenger seat. “You are no fun,” I said, buckling in. “Also, you’ve become less stiff.”

He glanced at me briefly. “What does that mean?”

“You’re less… aggressive,” I said, searching for the word. “Less… scary.”

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