Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 941

Emmy didn’t even pause. “Of course. He owns eight private islands.”

“Besides Boro Island, there’s Pink Sand Island, Crystal Island...”

“And Starfish Island, Blackwood Island, Lost Island, Twin Star Island, and one called Snake Island.”

James listened, picking up his pace to keep up with her. His team at Nelson Corporation had been digging for ages and still hadn’t uncovered most of these. Dean had hidden them well. He never imagined Emmy would spill all the secrets so casually.

James stared at her slim back, his gaze growing warmer. He hurried to catch up, his voice dropping a little.

“Do you know what name Dean uses in Fiji?”

Emmy stopped and nodded.

“He goes by Abyss. In Chinese, it’s Abis.”

James’s eyes narrowed, a flash of coldness flickering in them.

Emmy looked right at him.

“James, is there anything else you want to know about him?”

“If I know it, I’ll tell you.”

James was surprised. He hadn’t expected her to say that.

Emmy met his eyes, her voice steady.

“I know you’re planning to get back at him. Not just because of business, but because of me. So helping you is like helping myself get justice too.”

James looked at her. She seemed so delicate, yet her eyes were full of resolve. Something soft inside him was struck hard.

After a moment, he let out a helpless smile.

“Alright. I really could use your help.”

Emmy smiled too, her eyes curving, dimples just showing. Being needed felt amazing.

By now, the sun was finally dipping into the sea. The blue waves were stained a deep red, the surface glittering like fire. The huge sun hung on the edge of the sky, turning the world brilliant and a bit heartbreaking.

They both stopped without a word, standing together on the sand, watching the sunset. The tide rolled in, waves hissing over the shore, leaving white foam that broke and reformed by their feet.

Emmy stared at the glowing sky, feeling it was so beautiful it almost hurt.

James turned, but he wasn’t looking at the view. He was watching Emmy, her face soft in the golden light. To him, this was the most beautiful sight of all.

“It’s gorgeous,” Emmy whispered.

“Yeah. Gorgeous,” James replied, his voice low.

She watched the sea. He watched her.

When they returned to the stables, night had fallen. It hadn’t been a serious race, but Emmy’s spirits were high, her cheeks glowing.

James gathered up their jackets and walked back, Emmy at his side, her steps light.

“I want a rematch next time,” she said, glancing over with a grin. “And you can’t go easy on me again. It’s no fun if you do.”

James turned to her, eyes deep and soft in the glow of the lights.

“Okay. Next time, I’ll give it my all.”

Back at the villa, Emmy headed straight for the shower. James went to his room and started changing out of his riding clothes. Pulling off his pants, he saw blood had seeped through the bandage on his thigh. He frowned. The wound had almost healed, but after riding and hiking, it had split open again.

He didn’t regret it. If it made his wife happy, if it helped her get better, a little pain was nothing.

He peeled off the old bandage, cleaned up, put on new ointment and fresh gauze, then wrapped everything tight and waterproof. Only when he was done did he finally shower.

By the time he came out, clean and dressed, more than half an hour had passed. Emmy still hadn’t come to dinner.

He rolled his wheelchair to the master bedroom and knocked.

“Emmy?”

No answer. He started to worry she’d fallen asleep again. He opened the door and wheeled himself inside.