The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 135

Chapter 135

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I settled onto the plush sofa in the corner of his bedroom, watching his chest rise and fall. The powerful CEO of Kane Technologies, reduced to seeking comfort from my presence.

Morning sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows when I awoke. My neck ached from the awkward sleeping position. Devon stood by the windows, already dressed in tailored pants and a crisp white shirt, gazing at the Manhattan skyline. His posture was rigid, hands clasped behind his back.

“Good morning,” I said, stretching discreetly.

He turned, his expression carefully neutral. “You stayed

“Marcus said you needed me to.” I watched his reaction carefully.

A flash of something–embarrassment, perhaps discomfort–crossed his features before his professional mask slipped back into place. His shoulders stiffened slightly. “Marcus overstepped. I apologize for the

inconvenience.”

I stood, smoothing my rumpled clothes, suddenly aware of how disheveled I must look. “How’s your head?”

“Fine.” His curt response suggested otherwise. He pressed his fingers briefly to his temple when he thought

I wasn’t looking.

“Let me get you some water and painkillers.” Before he could protest, I headed to the kitchen, grateful for the moment to compose myself and sort through my confused feelings about last night’s revelations.

When I returned, he accepted the items with a nod. “Thank you.” His fingers brushed mine during the exchange, and I noticed him swallow hard as he pulledway.

An awkward silence fell between us. Last night’s vulnerability had vanished completely, replaced by his usual detachment. Yet there was a new tension in the ar, a shared awareness of boundaries crossed.

“I should make you breakfast,” I said suddenly. “As thanks for the contract.”

His eyebrow arched slightly. “That’s not necessary.” Despite his words, his eyes registered surprise at the

offer.

“I insist.” I headed to the kitchen, determined to prove my value beyond our contractual agreement,

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needing to establish a new equilibrium between us.

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I searched his immaculate kitchen, finding it surprisingly well–stocked. Eggs Benedict seemed impressive enough to match his sophisticated tastes. I quietly googled the recipe, my hands trembling slightly as I whisked eggs and melted butter, anxiety mounting as 1ried to remember the proportions.

I felt his presence before I saw him, leaning against the doorframe, observing my amateur cooking efforts. His eyes tracked my movements, softening briefly when I fumbled with the whisk. When I turned, his expression had already reset to neutral, but not before caught a glimpse of something gentler in his eyes.

Twenty minutes later, I proudly served two plates of what appeared to be perfect Eggs Benedict. Devon sat across from me at his minimalist dining table, taking a careful bite. His face remained impassive, but I

noticed him hesitate before swallowing.

“It’s excellent,” he said, though his expression didn’t match his praise. His eyes darted away from mine,

focusing on the plate.

I took a bite myself and nearly choked. The hollandaise sauce was impossibly salty. I’d confused tablespoons with teaspoons in my nervous haste. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I set down my fork, mortification washing over me.

Devon set down his fork too, his jaw tightening. “Is this how you typically repay your benefactors? Did Blake enjoy this level of… attention too?”

The sudden coldness in his voice startled me. His eyes had hardened, the warmth I’d glimpsed earlier completely gone. Then understanding dawned–his jealousy from last night hadn’t disappeared with the

alcohol.

I set my fork down deliberately, hurt giving way to determination. Instead of responding with

defensiveness, I moved around the table toward him. His eyes tracked my movement with wary interest, his

breathing visibly changing pace.

Standing beside his chair, I let my fingers trail lightly along his collar. His skin was warm beneath the fabric, and I felt a slight tremor run through him. “If my past with Ethan bothers you so much,” I said, meeting his gaze directly, “we could always terminate or contract.”

His breathing quickened, the pulse at his throat visibly accelerating. His eyes darkened as they darted between my face and my fingers at his collar. I saw desire warring with pride in his expression, his lips parting slightly before pressing into a firm line again.

I stepped back, reaching for my purse. “I should go now My voice remained steady despite my racing

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