The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 112

Chapter 112

“Are you hurt?” he asked, his voice low.

1 shook my head, though my body trembled with a mixture of fear and relief.

“You fucking bastard, Ethan spat from the floor, trying to stand. “So it’s true. You’re screwing Kane.”

Devon’s jaw tightened, and he stepped on Ethan’s knee, applying just enough pressure to make him wince. “Choose your next words carefully, Blake. They might be the last ones you speak as a relevant businessman.”

Devon nodded to a man in a black suit waiting by the entrance–security, I realized–who moved forward to handle Ethan. Then Devon guided me toward the elevator, his hand hovering near the small of my back but not quite touching me.

“Your apartment?” he asked simply.

Still shaken, I nodded and pressed the button for my floor. As the doors closed, I caught a glimpse of Ethan being escorted outside, his face a mask of humiliation and rage.

The ride up was silent. I clutched Devon’s jacket around me, inhaling his familiar scent of sandalwood. It was oddly comforting.

Inside my apartment, I excused myself to change my torn blouse. When I emerged in a high–necked sleep shirt and cardigan, I found Devon examining my first aid kit in the living room.

“You should have called me,” he said without looking up. “When he first showed up.”

I crossed my arms defensively. “I didn’t know he would be here. And besides, we’re not exactly on speaking terms after last night.”

Devon’s eyes flicked to mine, then back to the first aid supplies. “Show me your neck,” he demanded, noticing the red marks Ethan’s grip had left.

“It’s nothing,” I insisted, instinctively raising my hand to cover the bruises.

“Aria. His tone brooked no argument.

Reluctantly, I sat on the sofa beside him. Devon tilted my chin up gently, examining the marks with clinical precision. His fingertips were cool against my skin, his touch careful.

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Chapter 112

“These will bruise,” he said, reaching for antiseptic cream. You should have fought back sooner.”

“I did fight back, I protested.

“Not soon enough.” He dabbed cream onto the marks, his touch surprisingly gentle for someone with such controlled anger in his eyes. “You let him into the elevator.”

“I didn’t let him do anything,” I snapped. “He forced his way in.”

Devon’s gaze met mine, and I was surprised to see a hint of remorse there. “You’re right. I apologize.”

He continued treating my neck in silence, his proximity making my pulse quicken despite everything. When his fingers brushed against my collarbone, I couldn’t help the small shiver that ran through me.

“Cold?” he asked, his voice oddly husky.

“No,” I admitted, meeting his eyes. “Just… not what I expected.”

A corner of his mouth twitched. “What did you expect?

“Not this. Not you here, doing this.” I gestured vaguely. Don’t worry, I know you’re not Blake. You wouldn’t

do something so classless.”

His hands stilled against my skin, his eyes darkening slightly. “No,” he agreed quietly. “I wouldn’t.”

For a moment, we were both silent, the air between us charged with something I couldn’t quite name. Then Devon closed the first aid kit with a decisive click, breaking the spell.

“Thank you,” I said softly. “For showing up when you did.”

Devon stood, straightening his tie. “I was in the area.”

I raised an eyebrow skeptically, but didn’t challenge the obvious lie. Instead, I found myself saying, “Let me

take you to dinner. To properly thank you.”

He looked at me with mild surprise. “Is that necessary?

“Yes,” I insisted, feeling suddenly determined. “I’d like to, if you’ll accept.*

Devon studied me for a long moment, his expression unreadable. “When?”

“Tonight?” I suggested, surprising myself with my boldness. “I can get us a table at Le Bernardin.”

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Chapter 112

He seemed to consider this, then nodded once. Tonight is.”

As he moved toward the door, I called after him, Devon How did you know to be here this morning?”

He paused with his hand on the doorknob. “My security team lost track of Blake last night after intercepting him. When they reported his disappearance, I had them check the most likely locations.” His eyes met mine. Your address was at the top of the list

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