The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 110

apter 85: Do I Want it?-1

Clara

The flight back to New York was early. So early that the city still seemed to be waking up when the taxi

dropped me off in front of the company building.

The air was cold, cool. That kind of morning that forces

you

to breathe deeper.

As I walked to the entrance, I thought briefly about the conversation with my mother. Her words kept floating in my head like a kind of soft echo.

Pride should never outweigh happiness.

I shake my head slightly, it’s not pride. It’s fear.

I enter the building and the usual movement of the office greets me immediately. Greetings, quick steps through the corridors, the distant sound of telephones and keyboards.

Everything follows its normal rhythm. And I like that, because work has always been the place where my

mind is ordered.

“Good morning, Clara,” says my assistant as soon as she sees me.

“Good morning.”

“The board meeting starts in five minutes.”

I nod.

“Perfect.”

I grab some documents and walk to the meeting room.

When I open the door there are already several people sitting around the table.

Alexander is among them, our eyes meet for just a second.

He smiles at me… That confident smile that always seems to know exactly what he’s doing.

“Good morning everyone,” I say as I take my place at the head of the table.

The meeting starts almost immediately, new projects, analysis of results.

Progress of contracts that are about to be closed.

Since the inauguration of the new building, things have gone better than I imagined. The projects have begun to arrive with more force and the name of the company is beginning to position itself in places where we were not even considered before.

I listen intently to the project coordinator as she lays out some graphics on the screen.

But there is something that distracts me, a feeling.

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recognize it because I’ve felt it before, I look up slightly.

Alexander is looking at me, it’s not an awkward look. But he is insistent.

When he notices that I see him, he looks away at the screen as if he were concentrating on the numbers.

I take a deep breath, try to focus on the meeting again.

We ask various questions, we make decisions, we assign ourselves tasks. Everything is progressing

normally.

Professional, tidy.

Until I finally close the folder in front of me.

“Well, that would be all for today,” I say. “Good job everyone.”

The chairs begin to move and people get up little by little.

Some continue to comment on things about the project as they leave the room.

I pick up my papers calmly, when I go out into the hallway, the noise of the meeting disperses through the building. I walk to my office reviewing some documents when I feel a hand gently grasp my arm.

I stop, it’s Alexander.

“Clara,” he says.

I look up.

“Yes?”

His expression is calm, but there is something decided in his eyes.

“Tonight I would like to visit you.”

I blink, he continues to speak before I answer.

“I thought about doing it surprisingly,” he says with a small smile, “but I want to do something special and that’s why I thought it would be better to let you know.”

My chest tightens slightly, because I already know where this is going.

And I don’t want him to go any further, I take a breath.

“Alexander, I think we should talk.”

He frowns a little, surprised by the tone of my voice.

“Talk?”

I nod, his hand still on my arm, but now he seems more aware of it.

He lets go slowly.

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“Sure,” he says. “Is something wrong?”

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Hook at him for a few seconds before answering, Alexander is a good man, intelligent, attentive. And he

has always been respectful of me.

But there’s something that became apparent a few days ago, when he showed up at my door with those

flowers.

When I saw him sitting on my couch with a glass of wine. When Ethan showed up at the door.

A knot gently forms in my chest as I remember that scene.

Alexander is waiting for my answer.

“I think-” I begin carefully, “some things are being interpreted in a way that I didn’t intend.”

His expression changes just a little, it’s not anger. It is alert.

“What do you mean?”

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