The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 113

Chapter 86: The First Night.–1

Clara

The rain begins before I can close the curtains completely, the drops hit the windows of my apartment with constant insistence, as if the night had decided to unload all its weight on the city. The thunder

comes next, deep, shaking the air with a vibration that is felt even on the ground.

I’ve always loved rainy nights, but this one… feels different.

Heavier. Quieter.

I walk through the room with a cup of warm tea in my hands when, suddenly, everything goes out.

Light. The refrigerator stops humming, the lamps go out, and the apartment is plunged into complete

darkness that forces me to stop.

I wait a moment, but the power plants in the building won’t turn on.

“Great…” I murmur quietly.

I look out the window. In the building opposite, several lights have also been turned off. It seems that I am not the only one without electricity. I put the cup down on the table and walk carefully to a drawer in the kitchen. After a few seconds groping I find what I am looking for, a candle.

I light it with a lighter and the little flame comes to life, trembling gently in the gloom. I place it on a shelf near the wall, where the yellow light expands just enough to draw long shadows in the room.

The apartment is illuminated only by that small point of light. And suddenly everything feels… strange.

The rain, the thunder, the silence between them, it’s one of those nights that seem to have something sad

hidden in the air.

I sit on the couch, folding my arms as I watch the flame move slowly. I try to distract my mind, but it inevitably ends up returning to the same place.

To Ethan’s office, to the kiss. My fingers subconsciously go up to my lips.

I can still remember it all too well.

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The warmth of his mouth. The way my heart started beating like I’d forgotten how to do it calmly.

I close my eyes for a second.

“Half a possibility,” I murmur to myself.

A loud clap of thunder rumbles outside, and then… there’s a knock at the door.

The sound makes me open my eyes immediately. There’s another knock… Knock. Knock.

I remain motionless on the sofa, at this hour… My mind quickly comes up with an explanation.

Chapter 26. Pre Fast Night

Alexander.

He probably saw the storm. Or maybe he thought it would be a good excuse to stop by.

I purse my lips a little, I ant not in the mood for visits. Especially not today.

The door rings again, knock, knock.

This time more insistent, I remain completely still. If I don’t make noise… Maybe he’ll go away.

The knocking starts again.

Knock.

Knock.

Knock.

Louder.

I glance toward the door from the sofa, feeling a slight unease.

“Alexander,” I sighed silently.

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I don’t want to open it. I don’t want to have to explain my state of mind, or face questions, or pretend

everything is normal when my head is still a mess.

I don’t want to sound rude to Alexander, I don’t want him… I don’t want him to keep feeding into an idea

that isn’t true. So, I’d better stay quiet.

The knocking continues for a few more seconds.

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