His Unwanted Wife is the Mafia Princess novel Chapter 62

#Chapter 62 – Relax, Adrian

#Chapter 62 – Relax, Adrian

Adrian

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The days pass me by in a blur. My mind has been stuck on Stella and the way she shut me out. I could hear her cries from the other side of the door, the sound of her pained sobs forever carved into my memory.

Every single day I wait for a call from her, a simple text message explaining that she is okay and that I do not need to worry about her. I get nothing, though. I can’t help but feel worried, my mind unable to leave the look of and resentment on her face.

anger

My heart aches at the thought of Stella being alone after her surgeries. I have no one else to blame but myself for this sin. The only way I can make up for it is by being there for her now, but she will not even let me through the door of her apartment to help.

I can’t keep thinking about her. My life is too crazy and hectic to even think about anything else. I have to force my train of thought away from Stella and focus on things that actually require, and want for that matter, my attention. “How are we coming along with the smart health system?” I ask one of the IT employees.

“About a quarter of the patients files have been uploaded to the cloud,” they hand me a tablet and point to a number on the screen: “Your outsourced contractor is taking their time. Is there any way to speed up the process? We’re ready to implement the first phase of testing.”

“I think they’re a bit behind schedule due to personal reasons,” I quickly make up an excuse to cover for Tracer, who assured me that she would be done with the project files soon. “I will go check in on them.”

I turn towards the exit and hand back the tablet. Just as I reach the door, I turn around and look at the employee.

“There’s not a strict timetable for this project, okay? We need it to be perfect with no flaws. If they need the time, then they need it,” I nod my head at them as a goodbye and disappear down the hallway.

I head towards my office, running my fingers through my hair, and slip my phone from my pocket. Stella and I’s one sided messages fill my screen. The majority of the texts are from me, all of which have been left on seen by

her.

No reactions, no quick message back, nothing. Complete radio silence from Stella’s end. It frustrates me to no end with how headstrong she is.

Why can’t she accept my help? What is holding her back from allowing me to be an aid for her when she needs it?

“Sir,” my secretary greets me, “your appointment for this afternoon was cancelled. You have no remaining appointments for the rest of the day.” They hand me a small pile of messages and I nod at them.

“Alright, thank you. I’m going to work on my project and would like to not be disturbed,” I say from over my shoulder, pushing into my office.

I immediately take my place at my desk and turn on my computer, moving to Tracer’s website and pressing on our notification board.

Adrian: Is there any update that you can give to me on the project? How are the patient files coming along?

I stare at the message, half expecting an instant response. When I don’t get it, I move over to other things that need to be completed.

I sign papers, pass of documents and notes to the IT department about the next phase of development, and even

respond to emails that come from worried shareholders.

Their concerns about the project are valid, citing the security risk from the uprise in hacker attacks, and not

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#Chapter 62 Relax, Adrian

wanting to deal with hundreds of lawsuits because of a flimsy security system. It is the exact reason why I hired Tracer again. I am just happy that she believes in this project as much as I do.

A notification ding catches my attention, turning my attention back towards my computer. I open up the website and click on Tracer’s name.

Tracer: Sorry about the delay. It will be fully completed by the end of the week, I promise! Person things came up. Adrian: It’s okay! As long as it is done by the end of the week, we should be good.

I turn away from my computer screen. A familiar ifch scratches the back of my brain. I turn back to the computer and begin to type again.

Adrian: If it’s too much, I can help you with it if you want me to. You can drop off the rest of the fils so you can focus on other things.

Tracer: It’s okay. You hired me to do this. I don’t need your help.

Stella’s words resonate inside of my mind.”

Tracer: You have other things to worry about, so focus on that and don’t worry about me.

Adrian: It’s no problem at all. I can even give you some extra money if it helps motivate you.

Tracer: No, that won’t be necessary. You need to loosen the reigns a bit. The micromanaging style will only stress you out more. It’s not worth the constant worrying if you know it will be done.

I hesitate to respond. What Tracer says is true, yes, but I can’t help but worry that there is a fore somewhere that needs me to put it out. Something almost always goes wrong and it is my career on the line, not hers, so I have to.

Tracer: Relax, Adrian, it will be okay.

Weirdly enough, her message helps soothe my erratic nerves. I pull back from my keyboard and stare at her words.

It will be okay.

Adrian: Okay. I trust you.

I close out of the messaging board and turn my attention back to the stack of paperwork. Most of the pages need my signature while others actually require my full attention.

As I move through the pages, I have to tell myself to not worry about Stella’s health or Tracer’s work progress. Both are capable of handling it themselves and I do need to take a step back.

Stella, though, makes me want to leave work early to go check in on her. She is alone in her apartment and nobody is there to find her in case anything horrible happens to her