Invisible to My First Love by Lypstical Novel

BLUEPRINT 120 Summary Maddox reflects on a conversation with Harper, expressing how unprepared he was two weeks ago to hear her feelings but now feels ready. Harper reveals her frustration about Maddox walking away the night he confessed his feelings, clarifying that she never intended to reject him but also wouldn't admit she felt the same. Maddox admits he was scared and foolish, having never expressed such emotions before, especially knowing deep down that she didn't feel the same.

Harper opens up about her lingering feelings for Grayson, the man who has held her heart despite her past with Mike. She expresses regret and bitterness toward Grayson, especially after discovering he manipulated her by using her sister Anna to get her attention. Maddox comforts her as she breaks down, understanding the pain Grayson has caused her and the depth of her emotional wounds. Despite the turmoil, Harper shares how much Maddox's invitation to Paris meant to her, bringing a genuine smile and hope to their interaction.

Maddox hesitates but eventually confesses that his feelings have grown beyond physical passion; he wants a real, meaningful relationship with her. He asks Harper to give him a chance to win her heart, promising to prove his sincerity and overcome the obstacles between them. Chapter 120 Maddox Two weeks ago, I wasn't prepared to hear whatever Harper had to say. But now, standing face to face with her, I felt ready-ready to take whatever words were about to spill from those soft, red lips. "That night, you never even let me get a word in," she said softly, her voice tinged with frustration.

"You just walked away." I let out a slow breath. "When I told you how I felt and saw the look in your eyes, I thought, 'Damn, here comes the rejection.' Whatever you were going to say-I didn't want to stick around to hear it." "You've got it all wrong. I wasn't going to say I didn't feel the same," she replied firmly. "But you also weren't going to admit you did. I knew that pretty well." I paused, then added with a hint of regret, "You know what?

If I could rewind that night, I'd still tell you how I felt." "Then run away afterward?" she teased, trying to lighten the mood with a playful smirk. "Absolutely." I leaned in closer, my tone growing serious. "Here's the thing-you have to understand, I'd never done anything like that before. Saying it out loud for the first time felt strange, especially when I realized you didn't feel the same. I was a fool because deep down, I'd always known." She turned her gaze away, jaw clenched tightly. After a moment, she spoke again, voice barely above a whisper.

"My whole life, it's always been Grayson who held my heart, even when I was with Mike. Now, I regret every damn second I spent hoping there was a chance. Even saying that asshole's name tastes bitter in my mouth. He's a fucking-" "Whoa," I interrupted, narrowing my eyes. "Are you okay?" She forced a shaky laugh. "Nope. But this isn't the time to get into it." "Actually, this is exactly the time." I glanced down at her hand trembling on the table. "You're shaking." She exhaled heavily.

"It just hurts so damn much." Her eyes glistened, on the verge of tears, and I wasn't about to let her break down like that. "You don't have to say anything more right now," I said gently, squeezing her hand to offer some comfort. "I'm fine. Really, don't worry about me." She managed a small, reassuring smile and took a moment to compose herself. "Yesterday started off well. Grayson told me he'd spoken to Anna in London, and she was coming to Los Angeles. She wanted to meet me." "What?" I tilted my head in surprise. "Yeah! I was so excited-" "Wait a second.

When exactly did Grayson meet Anna in London?" "Yesterday morning, on his way back to San Francisco," she answered confidently. "That can't be right." I shook my head firmly. "He never left San Francisco. He had back-to-back meetings all day-even the day before, he didn't go to London. He and Tiffany spent the evening at a friend's place here in San Francisco." Confusion crept over her face as she leaned back, brows furrowing. "That doesn't add up. He told me-" Suddenly, she gasped, pulling her hand away from mine and covering her mouth with both hands.

I watched silently, unsure of what to say. After a moment, she lowered her hands and spoke quietly, disbelief clear in her voice. "He knew I wouldn't talk to him unless it was about Anna. He knew how much reuniting with my sister meant to me, and he used that to get my attention." The thought made my blood boil. When she started recounting what had happened earlier that day in the treehouse, I felt an overwhelming urge to jump on my private jet, fly straight to Grayson's place, and punch him repeatedly before coming back home. By the time she finished, tears were streaming down her cheeks.

Now I understood why she spoke about him with such bitterness. He had hurt her over and over-but this was the worst. "I can't even imagine what you're still going through," I said quietly, offering her my napkin. She took it with trembling hands, dabbing at her tears carefully, not wanting to smudge her makeup. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. As I gave her space, my mind wandered. Had she really come to Paris just to see me? Or was she here searching for some distraction-some passionate escape to dull the pain and forget Grayson once more?

I didn't have much hope she came just for me, but I didn't have to wonder for long. Once she wiped her eyes, she made things clear. "I'll never forgive him for always toying with me, but worse, I'll never forgive him for using my sister to get my attention. Still, I'm not going to let that ruin this moment." Her expression softened, a genuine smile breaking through. "You have no idea how thrilled I was when I got your invitation. I wished I could have come immediately, just so we could talk. That's how much I wanted to see you.

Being here with you, receiving these flowers, the chocolates, even that painting you refuse to give up-it all means so much." There was no reason for her to lie, and that honesty put me at ease. The last thing I wanted was for her to beg me for sex just to forget that Grayson had always loved her-and still did. "There's something I was going to ask you," I said, sighing as defeat crept in. "But judging by how things are, this probably isn't the right time." "What is it?" she leaned forward, eyes wide with curiosity.

"I'll say it another day," I replied, trying to sound casual but failing to hide my hesitation. "It's okay. You can say it," she encouraged softly. Her voice was tempting enough to push me forward, but I still hesitated. "I admit, I've imagined saying this all day. But after what I just found out, I don't know if I can." "Hey," she said gently, reaching out to grasp my hand resting on the table. "Let's pretend I never said any of that about Gr-that fucking guy." I chuckled, the tension easing a bit. "I want everything to go just like you originally planned.

So, tell me." "Well, at this point, we should have ordered our food," I said, trying to lighten the mood. "Yeah, I'm starving, but that can wait. Talk to me." Taking a deep breath, I finally dove in. "When we first... you know, it was wild and passionate. The second time was just as intense, the third, the fourth-you get the idea. But that night I left you hanging in the kitchen? That was the first time I told myself I needed to figure out what was going on with me before I buried myself inside you completely." She gasped, nodding in understanding. "So that's why you stopped." "Exactly.

And it didn't take long to realize I'd fallen for you. The next time I held you in my arms was two weeks ago, and everything changed. When you were in bed, moaning my name, that moment felt different. Unlike all the other times, I felt connected-I wanted more. I wanted all of you. Because being with you isn't just about sex anymore. I know I've made you feel like I wanted to own you during those moments, but what I mean is I want you to be mine, even when it's not about passion or wild nights." Her face brightened, and that gave me the courage to keep going.

"We've been pretending our relationship is fake to get some people off your back, but I don't want that anymore. I want you to be mine for real. I know your feelings for Grayson run deep, but all I need is a chance-to sweep you off your feet. Before you know it, the only one in your heart will be me. Call me overly confident, but I mean it, and I'll prove it to you. The only thing standing in my way is you, and I'm going to change that.

I just need you to let me in." I looked into her eyes and asked, "So, Harper Moore, will you give me a chance to earn my way into your heart?" Sara Lili Sara Lili is a daring romance writer who turns icy landscapes into scenes of fiery passion. She loves crafting hot love stories while embracing the chill of Iceland's breathtaking cold.