The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 201

Chapter 201

Aria’s POV

I felt a stab of something I refused to name. Jealousy? Ridiculous. Devon Kane wasn’t mine to be jealous over.

“Why do you have this photo of Devon? Are you at the club right now? What’s their relationship?” I texted Sophia, my fingers moving before my brain could

catch up.

Her reply came quickly: “Let’s talk tomorrow at the office. Get some rest and don’t overthink it.”

Don’t overthink it? Easy for her to say. I stared at her message, realizing Sophia must still be at the club at this hour. Probably with some date she hadn’t mentioned. That would explain why she had access to these photos and why she was being so evasive. I decided not to press further–her love life was her

business.

But the photo of Devon still burned on my screen. I wasn’t supposed to care who Devon spent his evenings with. Our arrangement was purely professional- a business transaction. The fact that my stomach clenched at the sight of him smiling at another woman was… inconvenient. Unprofessional.

And yet I couldn’t stop wondering who she was. What made her special enough to earn one of Devon’s rare smiles? Why was he at a club when he should be recovering from his wound? Questions I had no right to ask buzzed through my mind.

I tossed my phone aside and buried my face in my pillow, but sleep refused to come. After twenty minutes of restless tossing, my phone pinged with a text

message.

“Where are you?”

Devon Kane. Just seeing his name sent an electric current through me. My heart rate quickened as I picked up the phone, reading his message twice.

I decided not to respond. Whatever club escapades he was enjoying, I wanted no part of them. My phone began to ring–his call. I watched it until the screen went dark again, my finger hovering over the answer button but never pressing it. Seconds later, another text arrived:

‘Answer your phone, or I’ll come knock on your door. Waking your family seems inappropriate.”

The threat was clear. I rushed to the window, my heart hammering. There, parked outside the Harper mansion, was Devon’s Maybach, Marcus standing stoically beside it. The sight of that car–knowing Devon was inside it–sent a rush of conflicting emotions through me: irritation, anticipation, and something warmer I didn’t want to acknowledge.

Quickly, I changed into jeans and a cashmere sweater, then crept downstairs, careful not to wake anyone. The house felt eerily peaceful after tonight’s drama with Victoria. I slipped outside into the cool night air, closing the door softly behind me.

Devon was leaning against his car door, his suit jacket unbuttoned, tie loosened, eyes slightly red. The scent of expensive whiskey mingled with unfamiliar perfume as I appoached–the same perfume I’d detected on the woman in red from the photo. My stomach tightened.

‘I thought you were dead, not answering messages,” he said, his words slightly slurred. His gaze was intense despite the alcohol, those gray eyes focused

entirely on me.

“To what do I owe this late–night visit, Mr. Kane?” I kept my voice cool, ignoring the flutter in my stomach and the jealousy gnawing at me. Who was that woman? Why did her perfume linger on his clothes?

Devon stepped forward suddenly, backing me against a pillar. His face lowered toward mine, his breath warm against my cheek. I turned my head, avoiding

his kiss.

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Chapter 201

Someone might see us here.

‘So you are angry,” he said with a cold laugh, his eyes narrowing as he studied my expression.

‘I wouldn’t dare be angry with you, Mr. Kane.” The words came out more bitter than I’d intended.

Without warning, he pulled me toward the car. Marcus opened the door, and Devon practically shoved me inside before sliding in after me. His movements were less coordinated than usual, betraying how much he’d had to drink. As the car pulled away from the curb, Devon leaned his head back against the seat. The harsh lines of his face softened, and within minutes, his breathing had deepened, and his head slumped onto my shoulder.

I stared at his sleeping face, noticing how the perpetual furrow between his brows had smoothed out. The weight of his head against my shoulder felt strangely right. His hand found mine in his sleep, fingers intertwining with an intimacy that seemed unconscious. I remembered what Marcus had once mentioned about Devon’s insomnia–how he rarely slept peacefully. Yet here he was, sleeping like a child beside me.

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