Returning with Triple Treasures: My CEO Husband Is Obsessed novel Chapter 109

Chapter 109 A Silent Breakfast

Xavier rose and poured a glass of orange juice for Isabella.

“Since milk isn’t your thing, this should do.”

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Isabella finished chewing, watching him closely. A man like Xavier–all authority and sharp edges–looked utterly out of place in a domestic setting. It didn’t just seem awkward; it was almost intimidating.

“Heading into the office this early?” she asked after taking a sip of juice, her tone careful. Was Moore Group planning another move against the Whitmans?

Xavier glanced at her, pausing briefly before replying, “No.”

“Then why are you up at this hour?” Isabella pressed.

He took a slow drink of coffee and didn’t answer.

It was then she caught the clean, subtle scent of his body wash–fresh and lingering. It clicked: he must have showered and changed already.

He didn’t bother with a morning shower; it took too much time. Xavier always showered at night, no matter how late he worked.

Isabella hesitated. Did that mean… he hadn’t slept at all?

Just then, the housekeepers began to stir. Finding Isabella and Xavier already seated at the breakfast table, they grew flustered. “Mr. and Mrs. Moore… you’re up so early today. Is everything alright?”

Xavier remained silent, so Isabella offered a faint, awkward smile. “Just woke up a bit hungry, that’s all.”

“You should’ve called us!” they exclaimed, hurrying toward the kitchen.

Isabella stopped them gently. “It’s fine, we’ve already eaten. Please just take care of your own breakfast.”

Noticing the leftover toast crust on Isabella’s plate, the housekeepers relaxed slightly. But with Xavier’s quiet presence filling the room, they quietly withdrew after a few polite words.

A chill seemed to settle over the dining area. Xavier sipped his coffee in silence; Isabella drank her juice just as quietly.

When they left for work, Isabella took the wheel, leaving Xavier in the passenger seat. She turned on the radio, and before long, his eyes were closed,

He sat perfectly still, posture upright, like a statue wrapped in silence.

Out of the corner of her eye, Isabella studied him. The morning sun streamed through the window, washing his sharp features in a warm, golden light that made him look even more striking.

By the time they reached the office, she realized he had actually dozed off. She called his name softly a couple of times with no response, then reached over tentatively to feel his forehead.

He’d been drinking last night… Could he be sick again?

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Chapter 109 A Silent Breakfast

But his skin wasn’t feverish–instead, her palm met a cool, almost cold touch.

“What is it?”

Xavier’s eyes opened just then, his hand closing around hers.

Isabella flinched lightly. “We’re… at the office.”

“Were you worried about me?” His low voice held a trace of softness, as if he’d guessed what she’d been doing.

“No, it’s just… Dr. Ashford said you shouldn’t drink. I was afraid you might-”

“So you were worried about me.”

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Being caught under his gaze the moment he woke up gave Isabella a sudden, fluttering feeling in her chest–along with an inexplicable tinge of guilt.

She fell silent, but Xavier smiled.

He rarely smiled, and almost never with this kind of warmth. For a second, Isabella wondered if she was seeing things. Then his voice reached her again, quiet and steady.

“Don’t worry. I’ve been taking my medication on time.”

He had been–strictly following Harry’s advice ever since she came back. Now that she was here, he had every reason to stay well.

“Oh… that’s good,” Isabella mumbled, snapping back to herself. She gently pulled her hand away and stepped out of the car.

Back at Moore Group, Isabella moved into a new office on the same floor–directly across from the CEO’s suite.

She and Xavier had agreed she wouldn’t return as his personal assistant. As a shareholder, her role was mostly nominal; whether she showed up or not was entirely her call.

After settling in at her desk, she headed to the break room for water. But before she could push the door open, she overheard two voices inside–talking about her.

“What exactly is going on between Isabella and Mr. Moore? I heard she left before. Why’s she back now, and with her own office across from his?”

“Ugh, homewrecker vibes, honestly, Linda really cared about him, and now she’s been pushed out. It’s so gross.”

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