The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 320

Chapter 320

Aria’s POV

I stood in front of the floor–length mirror in Devon’s penthouse, fingers fightly tracing the platinum and diamond necklace adorning my neck, Morning sunlight streamed through the floor–to–ceiling windows, catching the diamonds and scattering light across the room. Something felt wrong. This wasn’t the ruby necklace Devon had spent ten million dollars on at last night’s auction.

me, his

Devon emerged from the bedroom, impeccably dressed in a tailored gray suit. He moved behind reflection. I felt his breath warm against my neck, creating an intimacy I wasn’t ready to acknowledge.

“Do you like it?” His voice was low against my ear, with an unusual softness that made

‘It’s beautiful. Thank you,” I replied with a smile, carefully concealing my confusion. I

me

arms encircling my waist as he studied our

er what he

thinking.

met his gaze in the mirror. “I just thought…

“Thought what?” His fingers traced along the necklace, eyes intensely focused. There was something protective in the way he touched the diamonds, as if ensuring they were perfectly positioned against my skin.

“Nothing,” I said, shaking my head. I decided against mentioning the ruby necklace for now, though questions multiplied in my mind.

Devon’s expression softened, a rare occurrence on his usually stoic face. His eyes held mine a moment longer than necessary. “I have several meetings, but I want to come home early tonight. He pressed a kiss to my forehead, lingering there. “Stay here and wait for me, will you? This is our home.”

That word–home–made my heart skip. The possessive way he said “our” stirred something deep inside me, a longing I hadn’t felt before. Before I could respond, his phone rang. He released me, his expression immediately transforming back to the cold business titan. He answered and stepped out of the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts and the unfamiliar weight of diamonds against my skin.

The next morning, I was checking emails on my phone when a message from Calvin Reed appeared. ideas for the Harper–Reed collaboration.>>

«Interested in joining me for lunch? I have some new

I was about to decline when a second message arrived with an attached photo. My breath caught in my throat. In the image, Devon was fastening the “Ruby Tears Collection‘ around the neck of a dark–haired woman. She stood with her back to the camera, but I could see her elegant posture and slender neck clearly as Devon leaned in.

What froze me wasn’t just seeing the ruby necklace on someone else–it was Devon’s expression. His eyes held an intensity I’d never witnessed before, focused and almost reverent. There was none of the clinical detachment he showed with Caroline, none of the irritated tolerance he displayed with Mandy. With this dark–haired woman, his face had softened into something genuine. His hands appeared to caress rather than simply fasten the clasp.

My stomach tightened into a knot. I’d seen Devon interact with countless women at events, maintaining his cold, professional demeanor with everyone. But this photo captured something different–something real. The realization sent a chill through me that had nothing to do with the air conditioning.

My fingers trembled slightly as I typed a response to Calvin: «Thank you for the invitation, but I already have plans today. Please contact Anna directly about project details. I set the phone down and pressed my palms against the cool countertop, willing my heartbeat to slow.

Later that afternoon, I was preparing to take a bath when I felt a breeze–Devon had returned early. He stood in the bathroom doorway, his tie loosened, eyes traveling over my form with an intensity that made my skin warm despite my unease.

“I thought you’d be back later,” I said, pulling my robe tighter, suddenly conscious of my vulnerability.

Devon approached from behind, arms wrapping around me, his chin resting on my shoulder. Our eyes met in the mirror, and I noticed the slight darkness beneath his, evidence of his claimed insomnia. “Was I too rough last night?” he asked, his eyes searching mine.

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I avoided his gaze, thoughts of the photo still fresh in my mind, the image of his hands on another woman’s neck overlaying the present moment. “Devon, I’ve been thinking I should move back to my Brooklyn apartment.

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