Craving My Ruthless Ceo novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Chapter 191

Roman’s POV

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I stepped out of the bathroom, smoothing my hands down the soft cashmere top. Designer. The jeans hugged my hips perfectly, the fabric dark and well made.

I tugged at the hem of the top, adjusting where it sat against my waist.

Roman glanced up from his phone, his thumb stilling on the screen.

His gaze moved over me, thorough and missing nothing.

“It fits,” I murmured, more to myself, but the words came out loud enough for him to hear.

Part of me had wanted him to get it wrong just once, so he would not seem so insufferably perfect at everything, and my insides would not flip every time he proved how well he knew me.

His lips curved into a smirk, like he had plucked the thought straight from my mind. “Anna, this is not my first time getting you clothes. Quit acting surprised every time.”

Heat crept up my neck.

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping lower. “I have seen every inch of your body. It is engraved in my mind. If I did not get your size right, you should be annoyed.”

My throat went dry. I shook my head, fighting back a smile despite myself. “You are unbelievable.”

“And yet, here you are, in clothes that fit perfectly.”

I bit the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. “Do not let it go to your

head.”

“Too late.”

Roman leaned back against the sofa, stretching out his hand toward me. “Come here.”

I hesitated, my pulse picking up for reasons that had nothing to do with being hungover.

Then I crossed the room and placed my hand in his.

The moment our palms touched, a spark ran through me. His fingers closed around mine, warm and steady.

He guided me down beside him. His other hand settled at the small of my back as I sat, the heat of it bleeding through the thin fabric of my top.

Even hungover and exhausted, my body remained hyper-aware of every point of contact.

The weight of his hand, the press of his thigh against mine, his cologne close enough to cloud my thoughts.

A table sat nearby, laden with covered dishes, orange juice, and coffee.

I eyed it warily. “You ordered all this?”

“You need to eat. Regain your strength.” He poured a glass of orange juice and handed it to me, his fingers brushing mine as I

took it.

My hand was steadier than it had been earlier. “Better, but still slightly off.”

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Chapter 191

“Off how?”

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I tried to find the words. My head felt heavy. My thoughts moved slower than usual, like wading through fog. My body felt disconnected, my limbs heavier than they should be. A dull ache pulsed behind my eyes.

“It feels like I am moving underwater,” I finally said. “Everything is sluggish. The headache will not go away.”

Roman studied me, then closed the small gap between us. His fingers tilted my chin up, and his other hand gently pulled down my lower eyelid to examine my eyes.

The intimacy of it made my breath catch.

His face was so close to mine, his breath warm against my cheek.

Images flashed through my mind as he checked me over, fragments of last night. His face. That bitter tea. “I remember you gave me some tea. It was bitter, but I think it helped. I do not feel as bad as I probably should.”

“Traditional remedy. I learned it from my mother.” He released my chin but stayed close, his hand sliding down to rest against my neck, his thumb brushing my pulse. “Your pupils are still slightly dilated. How is your vision?”

I blinked, distracted by his touch. “From your mother?”

The words hung there, and Roman’s expression shifted.

“She was… an alcoholic.” His voice flattened. “I used to make it for her. She taught me how so she could be functional for school meetings.”

My chest tightened. “That is sad.”

He pulled back slightly, his shoulders stiffening. “It was many years ago. It does not matter now.” He took a deep breath, like he was trying to shut something away. “What we need to focus on is you.”

It was not the first time. Every time his mother came up, he found a way to deflect/or shut the conversation down.

“I am fine,” I said quietly. “A little blurry around the edges, but fine.”

“You are not fine.” His tone left no room for argument. “We need to get you to a hospital. Run tests. We do not know what that bastard gave you.”

“I do not think that is necessary…”

“Anna.”

“I am serious. You already said it was something to make me vulnerable/I believe it has lost its potency now. By tomorrow, I will feel like myself.”

His jaw clenched. “We need to know exactly what he gave you. A physical examination. Blood work. We need to understand what is in your system.”

“Roman, I feel okay. I just need to go home and rest.”

“No.” He took hold of my hands, his grip firm. “We are not taking chances with this. But first, I need you to tell me what you remember. Before I found you. What happened?”

I took a sip of juice, the cold liquid soothing my throat. “I was supposed to meet Laurent at the club, When I got there, he texted that there was an emergency and he would be running late. He said Pierre was there and would take care of me until he arrived.”

Roman’s expression darkened. “That scum Laurent has to be involved.”

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