Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 110

Chapter 110

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Chapter 110

Roman’s hand was still wrapped around my arm as he pulled me out of the conference room, his strides long and fast.

I stumbled slightly, trying to keep up with his pace.

He’s furious. I’ve never seen him like this.

“Mr. Blackwood.. I gasped, nearly tripping over my own feet as struggled to match his speed.

His legs were so much longer than mine, and he was moving like he was trying to escape a burning, building

He didn’t slow down, didn’t even acknowledge that I’d spoken. W passed offices and employees staring at both of us, curious and whispering, but he didn’t care.

I half walked, half jogged to keep up. My breath came faster now not just from exertion but from the adrenaline still coursing through my system.

We rounded another corner of the hall, the office growing quieter, and I felt my ankle twist slightly in my heel. That was it.

“Mr. Blackwood!” I planted my feet and yanked my arm back, forcing him to stop. “Please… slow down.”

I was panting now, one hand pressed against the wall to steady myself, the other clutching my chest as I tried to catch my breath. My face felt flushed, and I could feel a bead of sweat forming at my temple.

God, I’m so out of shape. Or he’s just inhuman.

Roman turned around slowly, and the look on his face made my breath hitch for an entirely different reason. His dark eyes were blazing.

“Are you okay?” His voice was rough, concerned despite his anget

“I’m fine,” I gasped, still trying to regulate my breathing, “I just… your legs are longer than mine. I can’t keep up when you’re walking that fast.”

Guilt flashed in his eyes. He took a step toward me, then seemed to think better of it, keeping his distance.

“I’m sorry,” he said, and he actually sounded like he meant it. “I wasn’t thinking.”

Of course you weren’t. You were too busy being furious.

I straightened up, letting go of the wall. Now that I could breathe again, now that the immediate crisis of the meeting was over, everything came rushing back. The campaign. Laurent’s proposition. Roman’s possessiveness.

And the fact that no one, not once, had actually asked me what I wanted.

“Mr. Blackwood,” I said, my voice steadier now despite the tremor I felt inside. “Can we talk about what just happened in there?”

His eyes moved around the hallway. “Right here?”

I nodded.

“What about it?”

Really? He’s going to play dumb?

I took a breath, gathering my courage. “You didn’t ask me if I wanted to lead the campaign team.”

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