The CEO's Midnight Remedy novel Chapter 336

Chapter 336

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“Go back to sleep,” he murmured, pulling me against his chest. ‘It’s still early.”

His arm circled my waist with a possessive firmness that had become familiar. I turned slightly to face him.

‘Are you still mad about last night?‘ I asked, studying his face. Despite the obvious exhaustion, his expression seemed calmer than when he’d left.

His eyes–those piercing gray eyes that rarely gave anything away–held mine for moment. “That depends on your behavior going forward. His fingers brushed against my hair, twisting a strand almost absently, as if confirming I was really there.

1 relaxed against him, feeling the steady rhythm of his heart against my back. His body radiated warmth through the thin fabric of his shirt, and I found myself unconsciously matching my breathing to his. To my surprise, within minutes his breathing deepened and slowed–Devon Kane, the insomniac, was asleep.

I lay still, almost afraid to move. Since our arrangement began, I’d never seen him truly sleep. Doze briefly, yes, but never this deep, unguarded slumber. In sleep, the hard lines of his face softened, making him look younger, less burdened by whatever weight he carried.

Just as I was considering slipping out of bed, his brow furrowed and he mumbled something that sounded like “No… the beam… His fingers tightened on my waist, his body tensing.

Without thinking, I reached up and gently stroked his face, my fingers tracing the stubble along his jawline. Almost immediately, his expression smoothed, the tension leaving his body. Whatever nightmare had been forming retreated at my touch.

I watched him sleep for what must have been an hour, wondering about the man beneath the controlled exterior. What nightmare haunted him? What “beam was he afraid of? The Devon Kane the world knew–ruthless, calculating, always in control–seemed far removed from this vulnerable man beside me.

Eventually, I carefully extricated myself from his arms and slipped out of bed. He didn’t stir. I dressed quietly, pausing at the bedroom door to look back at him. In that moment, I realized our relationship had shifted. This was no longer just a transaction, no longer just about my company or his sleepless nights.

And that realization terrified me.

I left his penthouse quietly, nodding to Marcus in the lobby. Outside, the city was already in full motion, but I felt strangely disconnected from it all, my mind still in that quiet bedroom, with a sleeping Devon and the secrets he kept.

The Harper mansion looked imposing as always when I arrived later that afternoch. I noticed Lucas following at a discreet distance in a black sedan. Apparently, Devon had assigned him to watch me–though whether for my protection or surveillance, I wasn’t entirely sure,

My father waited in the foyer, his expression unnaturally calm. The house felt to quiet, the staff moving like ghosts around us.

“Are you ready to admit to everything?” I asked without preamble. “Including mother’s murder?‘

His smile didn’t reach his eyes. ‘I wanted to see how my daughter performs the re of patricide.”

A police car pulled up outside. I’d made the call on my way over, providing the wordings and evidence I’d gathered. Two officers approached the door, which Elsa opened before they could knock.

“William Harper?‘ one officer asked, though it was clear he recognized my father

‘T’ll get my coat, my father said with eerie composure.

As the officers read him his rights, I watched his face for any sign of remorse orar. There was none. Only a calculating stillness that made me wonder what scheme he still had in motion.

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Chapter 336

“You understand this will destroy the Harper name, he said quietly as they preped to escort him out.

You did that yourself,” I replied, my voice steadier than I expected.

When the police car disappeared down the driveway, Elsa approached me hesitantly.

“Miss Aria, he’s still your father,‘ she said, her eyes damp.

I looked at her, the woman who had witnessed both my mother’s slow poisoning and my father’s transformation into someone I no longer recognized.

“No, Elsa. He stopped being my father a long time ago.”

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