Chapter 9 - Roman Invites Rachel to Dine at His Table
Back at the Connecticut estate, Roman stood up from his desk and gestured toward the velvet armchairs by the fireplace.
“You don’t need to stand on ceremony here, Rachel. Sit down,” Roman invited, pouring a glass of water.
Rachel hesitated for a moment before walking over and taking a seat near the crackling fire.
“I wanted to thank you properly for the legal protections, Mr. Calder. I don’t know how to repay you,” she said sincerely.
“You don’t owe me a debt, Rachel. You earned your peace the hard way,” Roman replied, sitting opposite her.
“Evelyn and her father... they won't stop. Martin Hart is a dangerous man when his pride is wounded,” Rachel warned quietly.
“Let him come. My family built these walls long before Martin Hart made his first dirty dollar,” Roman stated firmly.
They sat in comfortable silence for a long time, the warmth of the fire pushing away the cold memories of the past.
For the first time in years, Roman felt a genuine spark of warmth in a house that had always felt like a fortress.
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And Rachel realized she no longer had to walk through the world alone and defenseless.
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