Chapter 18 Breaking Point

• Celia could feel it—the pressure building in her chest, her heart pounding in a frantic rhythm that matched her steps as she walked down the hallway toward Alexander’s study. She’d spent days trying to ignore the undeniable tension between them, but it was impossible now. The moments they shared, the touches, the stolen glances, all of it had left her on the edge, teetering between hope and heartbreak.
• Today, something inside her snapped. She couldn’t hold it in anymore. She needed to hear it from him. She needed to know if the feelings she had, the ones that had grown so fierce and real, were something he shared, or if she was just another fool chasing after something that could never be.
• She stopped in front of the door to his study, the cool wood against her palm grounding her for a moment. It was now or never. She took a deep breath, then knocked.