Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 111

Willow slowly gripped her water glass.

The warmth seeped through the glass into her palms, and her racing heart gradually steadied.

This was exactly what she wanted to hear.

If she couldn't get it from Lawrence, she would get it from Jude.

Jude was much easier to manipulate than Lawrence.

Lawrence was too cold, too self-centered. When he offered resources, it was only because it suited him; if he took them back, it only took a single word.

But Jude was different.

Jude had ideals.

And people with ideals were the easiest to move.

As long as she made him believe he was doing the right thing, he would pave the way for her as far as she needed to go.

Willow handed him the water glass, her voice soft. "But I don't want to make things difficult for you."

Jude took the glass, his fingertips brushing against hers.

She didn't pull away.

But she didn't linger, either.

It was a perfectly timed fleeting touch, far more memorable than any blatant flirting.

"It's not difficult," Jude said. "I just don't think you should be constantly overshadowed by Wren."

Willow's eyelashes fluttered. "She isn't overshadowing me. I owe her."

"What do you owe her?"

Willow didn't answer.

She looked out the window.

In the night, the river surface was sliced into sections by the city lights, glittering like shattered gold leaf. Her profile reflected against the glass, and finally, a single tear slipped down her cheek.

"My mother really did wrong Vivian," she murmured. "And I know Wren has every right to hate me. But when I was born, I didn't know anything. I just wanted a home. I wanted my father to see me, to prove that I wasn't just some spare part."

Jude fell silent.

Willow rarely said these things to Lawrence.

Lawrence didn't like heavy baggage. He only wanted her to be compliant, attentive, and to exist by his side like a gentle, burdenless breeze.

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