Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 70

Back at the apartment building, Emmy and James walked into the elevator together.

When the doors slid open on Emmy’s floor, she stepped out first but paused at the doorway, glancing back at him.

“Oh, and don’t forget—you’re coming with me to see my mom tomorrow afternoon,” she reminded him.

James met her gaze, dark eyes unreadable. “Yeah, I know.”

Emmy pressed her lips together. The words “Good night” almost slipped out, rolling around on her tongue before she swallowed them down. Dean used to tell her, with a completely straight face, that saying “good night” in Chinese pinyin—W-A-N-A-N—was basically a secret code for “I love you, I love you.” Every “good night” was a confession in disguise.

She’d only ever said it to Dean.

So instead, she settled for a safer option. “Don’t stay up too late.”

But just as she turned to leave, James’s deep voice came from the elevator.

“Good night.”

Emmy froze.

She looked up and saw James standing there, totally calm, clearly having no idea what those words meant to her.

Her cheeks burned. Clutching her bag tighter, she ducked her head and mumbled a reply before practically fleeing into her apartment. The elevator doors slid shut behind her.

Inside, James couldn’t help but smile. His wife really was adorable. Just a simple “good night” and she was blushing like a schoolgirl.

*

The next morning, Emmy walked into her office and immediately knew something was off. The keypad on her safe was flashing red—an alarm that only triggered after too many wrong passwords.

Her heart dropped. Her project briefcase was in there—all of Forward Technology’s core data.

“Aidan!” she called. “Who came into my office last night?”

Her assistant, Aidan, rushed in and his face went pale when he saw the safe.

“Ms. Lincoln, everyone went out for dinner last night. I locked your door before I left, I swear.”

Dean walked in with Evelina. Dean was holding a gorgeous two-tier cake, and Evelina was beaming, cradling a navy velvet gift box.

“Emmy, happy birthday!” Evelina grinned.

She handed over the box. “Dean and I got you this pen at the Lumière Pavilion auction. It used to belong to the former Queen of France—her absolute favorite. I hope every contract you sign with it is a huge win!”

As Evelina passed her the gift, her fingers lifted just enough for the giant blue diamond ring to catch the light, flashing bright enough to blind someone.

Emmy’s brow creased for a second.

Evelina noticed, and quickly pulled her hand back.

“Oh, this…” she laughed, a little embarrassed. “Dean had it made just for me. Apparently, natural blue diamonds are super rare. He spent years looking for one…”

Halfway through, she suddenly looked nervous.

“Emmy, you don’t mind, right?”