Sign the Papers Mr. Langford novel Chapter 114

Eleanor called out behind him. "It's so late, where are you going?"

Lawrence didn't look back.

By the time his driver pulled up to Riverview Heights, it was nearly 2 AM.

Willow wasn't asleep.

It was as if she knew he was coming. The moment he rang the bell, the door swung open.

She was wearing a light-colored nightgown with a thin cardigan draped over her shoulders. Her long hair cascaded down her back, and a hint of exhaustion lingered in her eyes. Without heavy makeup, her pale lips made her look incredibly soft and harmless.

"Lawrence?"

Her surprise was perfectly calibrated.

Not a fraction too much, nor a fraction too little.

Lawrence stood in the doorway, silent.

Willow quickly stepped aside. "Why are you here so late? Is your stomach acting up again?"

The question acted like a key, turning smoothly to unlock a familiar comfort.

Lawrence walked inside.

The apartment was bathed in warm light, filled with a subtle fragrance, and an empty bowl sat on the coffee table. A small pot of oatmeal was simmering on the stove, bubbling softly.

Willow closed the door and bent down to pull a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet. "I didn't dare sleep too deeply tonight. I just had a feeling you wouldn't be feeling well."

Lawrence watched her.

He knew she was smart.

And he knew she might not be as innocent as she portrayed herself to be.

But in that moment, he didn't care enough to expose her.

Sometimes, a man just needed someone willing to lower themselves for him.

Wren wouldn't do that anymore.

She would tell him: This is your responsibility.

She would shove their child, her mother, Margaret, the school, the hospital—every single thing right back in his face, forcing him to see how absent he had been.

But Willow wouldn't.

Willow would only ask if he was tired, if he was in pain, if he wanted something to eat.

Lawrence suddenly found it bitterly ironic.

He was actually finding relief in this cheap imitation of care.

Willow brought the oatmeal over and set it in front of him. "I didn't put too much salt in it. With your stomach, you shouldn't eat anything too heavy this late."

Lawrence didn't touch it.

Willow sat down next to him, keeping a respectful distance. "Did Margaret say something about Wren? I wanted to ask you all day, but I was afraid of annoying you."

Lawrence's voice was cold. "Since when have you been afraid of annoying me?"

Willow's fingers paused. She looked up at him, her eyes slowly pooling with tears.

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