Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 963

Emmy rushed into her bedroom, then straight into the bathroom. She cranked on the faucet and splashed her face with icy water, again and again. Staring at her reflection, cheeks blushing red like a boiled shrimp, she stamped her foot in frustration.

"Emmy, seriously, have you got no shame?" she muttered at herself. "It was just a work chat. Why did you have to drink so much wine?"

That wine had hit her way harder than she expected. She’d gotten so tipsy she could barely remember what happened. With a sigh, she squeezed toothpaste onto her brush and shoved it into her mouth. She started brushing, but suddenly froze. Her eyes drifted down to her right hand, the one holding the toothbrush.

Last night...

She could still feel that heat, the hard, powerful sensation that seemed to burn itself into her palm. For a second, it was like her hand had its own memory.

Startled, Emmy’s hand jerked, and the toothbrush slipped from her fingers, clattering into the sink. She stared at her hand as her cheeks flared up all over again.

What is he going to think of me now... How could I not control myself? I actually touched him...

She buried her face in her hands and let out a hopeless groan. How could she ever face him again?

At lunch, Emmy just wanted to disappear into her bowl. She couldn’t even glance at the man sitting across from her. Every time she thought about last night, her mind was full of his warm skin, his solid chest, and her own reckless hands.

James, on the other hand, seemed totally unfazed. He calmly sliced his steak, occasionally glancing at her flushed ears. "Eat some more," he said, dropping a piece of steak onto her plate, his voice so relaxed it was as if nothing had happened the night before. "Once you’re done, I’ll take you to the shooting range."

Emmy’s hand paused with her fork halfway to her mouth. She peeked up at him. Seeing that he looked just as calm as usual, maybe even a little indulgent, she finally let herself breathe again. Thank goodness. He wasn’t mad or weird about it. He didn’t care about her embarrassing drunken outburst.

...

"Looks like Mom’s project was a hit." A deep, warm voice came from behind her.

Emmy turned around. James was standing behind the sofa, holding two bottles of water. He was watching the screen, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Now that her project is wrapped up, things are safe on this end," he said. He walked over and handed her a bottle, already opened. "Tomorrow, we’ll do a full checkup, including a brain scan. If everything’s good, I’ll take you to see Janus Sphere Technologies. After that, we can head home."

Emmy’s eyes lit up. "Really? We can go back?"

James smiled at how excited she looked. "Really."

Emmy’s happiness nearly bubbled over. She plunked the water bottle down on the table and dashed upstairs. "This is amazing! I have to call Mom! She was incredible today. I need to tell her how awesome she is!"

James watched her dart up the stairs like a joyful little bird. The fondness in his eyes softened, but there was a shadow of something more complicated there. Going home meant she would have to face more challenges, and she’d have to confront the past she’d left behind.