Marrying My Father's Enemy-Chapter 135: Christmas Eve And Callian

Chapter 135: Christmas Eve And Callian

Eira pulled her coat tighter around herself as she stepped off the curb, the winter wind biting at her cheeks.

Her boots crunched against the thin layer of snow that had started to blanket the sidewalks.

It had been a long week.

Too long.

Every step felt heavier, her exhaustion tugged her body down like lead.

The streets were quieter than usual, with most people rushing to finish last-minute shopping before Christmas.

Eira wasn’t in the mood for the holiday cheer, though.

She just wanted to get home, crawl into bed, and let sleep take her away from all the mess that seemed to follow her everywhere lately.

As she crossed the corner near her building, her shoulder brushed against someone else’s.

"Oh, sorry," the man said quickly, stepping back to give her space.

Eira barely glanced at him. "It’s fine," she murmured, her voice soft and tired.

She kept walking, keeping her head down against the cold.

The man stayed there for a moment, watching her disappear down the street.

He pulled out his phone, and lowered his tone as he spoke into it.

"Boss. She’s alone."

On the other end of the line, Callian’s voice came sharp and clear.

"Keep her out of the building. Make it look real. We need her distracted."

Another voice joined the line, calm and efficient. "On it." freeweɓnøvel~com

The man hung up and moved quickly down a side alley, vanishing into the night.

Callian was too determined to meet Eira. It was Christmas Eve, and he lied to Mita that he wouldn’t be able to spend it at home because after the latest incidents, his stocks dropped a lot.

Eira turned onto her street, finally spotting the familiar outline of her apartment building.

Relief washed over her—she was just steps away from warmth and rest.

But as she approached, she noticed something strange.

Yellow tape crisscrossed the entrance, and a man in a dark uniform stood in front of it, his breath puffed into the icy air.

"What’s going on?" she asked, feeling confused.

"Sorry, miss," the man said, holding up a hand to stop her. "The building is off-limits right now. Fire department’s looking into a potential hazard."

"What?" Eira frowned.

Her eyelids drooped as she rubbed her temples, a weary sigh escaped her lips. Some tension knotted in her shoulders as she stared at the man,

"I live here. I haven’t heard anything about this."

"It’s a recent development," he said briskly. "We need to keep everyone out until it’s cleared. Safety protocol."

Eira’s hands curled into fists at her sides. "Look, I’ve had a really long day. I just need to get inside, okay? I’m tired. I don’t see any fire trucks or anything—this doesn’t make sense."

The man didn’t budge. "Sorry, miss. Can’t let you in."

Eira stared at him, her breath clouding in the cold air.

"It’s Christmas Eve, I want to rest...you should let me rest..."

"Like I said, the building has a hazard, and we’re not going to let anyone in."

He pointed at the windows.

"See? No lights. You’re not the only one who has to leave this building tonight."

She opened her mouth to argue again but stopped herself.

It was clear she wasn’t going to win.

Snow began falling in soft flakes around her, clinging to her coat and hair.

She sighed heavily, rubbing her eyes. "Fine," she muttered. "I’ll come back later. Merry Christmas."

The man nodded, pulling his phone from his pocket as Eira turned and walked away.

He dialed quickly, speaking into the receiver.

"She’s moving. Heading toward Central Park."

"Good," Callian’s voice replied. "Keep me updated."

Eira didn’t know where she was going.

She just walked, her boots crunched through the snow as the city glowed softly around her.

Christmas lights twinkled in windows, their warmth made Eira forget about the coldness in her feet.

She tried not to think about how absurd it was.

She’d been barred from her own home on Christmas Eve.

Her body ached, her back sore from carrying more weight than usual.

She paused for a moment, her hand brushed her stomach.

Her breath came out in a soft sigh as she found herself in Central Park.

The snow was thicker here, blanketing the benches and paths, muffling the usual city noise.

A bench near the edge of the park caught her eye, its surface dusted with white.

She walked toward it, lowering herself slowly onto the cold wood.

Her coat barely kept the chill away, but she was too tired to care.

Leaning back, she tilted her head up to the sky.

The snow fell softly against her face, melting on her skin.

It reminded her of the first time she had left Callian’s place weeks ago, slamming the door behind her in a massive cloud of anger and tears.

She could still feel the sting of her own defiance, the rush of emotions that had carried her into the street that day.

Now, sitting alone in the snow, she smiled faintly.

"So dramatic," she murmured to herself, shaking her head.

A Moment of rest was what she needed now before heading towards a hotel.

Her eyes drifted closed, her body felt too heavy to fight the pull of sleep.

The snow continued to fall, the world around her growing quieter, softer.

She didn’t care who passed by or what might happen.

She just needed a moment.

Just a little time to rest.

Footsteps came from nearby, but Eira didn’t lift her head.

Whoever it was, they didn’t matter. She wasn’t moving.

The footsteps stopped beside her.

She felt the bench shift slightly as someone sat down.

She stirred faintly but didn’t open her eyes.

A hand reached out, gently brushing against her shoulder.

Then she felt herself being pulled, her head coming to rest against someone’s shoulder.

Her lips parted, her voice sounded like a mutter, like a whisper.

"Callian? Is that you?"

The snow continued to fall, silent and gentle, as the night stretched on.

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