The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 140

Before I could respond, he released my wrist and grabbed the box, striding to my kitchen. I watched, stunned, as he dropped it unceremoniously into the trash. The action was deliberate, possessive, invasive of my space. I opened my mouth to protest, but the words died in my throat as Devon returned to where I

stood.

He backed me against the wall again, one hand coming o rest beside my head, the other tilting my chin up. His eyes held mine, searching, before he pressed his lips against mine with unmistakable intent. His kiss was demanding, claiming, and I responded despite myself, my hands moving to his damp shirt, feeling

the warmth of him through the wet fabric.

The sudden ring of my phone shattered the moment. Devon pulled away, his breathing uneven as I

answered, my hand trembling slightly.

“Ms. Harper? Detective Mong here. We need you to come to the precinct to formally identify Preston

Scott.”

Before I could reply, Devon took the phone from my hand, his fingers warm against mine. “We’ll be there

shortly,” he said, then hung up.

“We?” I challenged, finding my voice. “I can go by myself. This is my problem.”

Devon’s eyes hardened. “After you nearly got killed? Don’t be naive.”

His assistant arrived within minutes with a fresh suit for him, and I changed into dry clothes, watching with unease as Devon moved through my space with the confidence of someone who belonged there. He examined my bookshelves, touched the spines of several volumes, picked up a small sculpture from my

coffee table–all while I stood frozen, witnessing this invasion of my private world.

At the police station, I sat in the interview room with Devon standing behind my chair. Through the glass, I could see Preston in the next room, handcuffed and glaring. My body tensed involuntarily, and Devon’s hand immediately came to rest on my shoulder, warm and steady. The simple touch grounded me, and I

found myself leaning back slightly into his protection.

Detective Mong walked me through the process, recording my statement and showing me footage from the building’s security cameras. Devon’s attorney ensured every procedure was followed correctly, dropping subtle hints about criminal and civil charges against Preston.

1/2

12:10 Wed, Dec 24

Chapter 140

52%

I noticed how the entire precinct treated Devon with deference–officers straightened when he walked by, the detective’s tone shifted to respectful. His influence extended far beyond what I’d imagined, and I wondered again about the man standing behind me, his hand still resting possessively on my shoulder.

When I signed my statement, my hand trembled slightly. Devon leaned forward from behind, his chest brushing my back as his hand covered mine to steady it The gesture was intimate, proprietary. I felt the detective’s eyes shift away uncomfortably, and a flush crept up my neck.

Back in Devon’s car, I finally allowed my shoulders to relax, sinking into the leather seat. “I still don’t

understand why Preston hates me so much.”

Devon kept his eyes on the road, wipers clearing the still–falling rain. “I had him fired with a few words.

His wife filed for divorce and took the kids back to her mother’s. He blamed you.”

I stared at him, processing the casual way he described destroying someone’s life. “All because of that

confrontation at his restaurant? Don’t you think that was… excessive?”

“He’s been causing you far more trouble than you know Devon’s voice was cool, matter–of–fact. His fingers

tightened on the steering wheel. “No one threatens what’s mine.”

The possessive statement hung in the air between us. I shifted in my seat, uneasy with how it made me

feel.

“My Porsche is totaled, isn’t it? I hope insurance covers it.”

Devon’s expression softened slightly. “Don’t worry about the insurance. If it doesn’t cover everything, I’ll

take care of the difference.”

“No,” I shook my head firmly. “I don’t need your money! I’ll figure it out myself.”

Devon studied me at a red light, his gray eyes searching. “Are you short on funds?”

“Compared to you, I’m practically destitute,” I replied honestly, meeting his gaze. “But I still have my

pride,

Comments

LIKE

Write Comments

SHARE