The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 115

Chapter 87: A Treasure, My Treasure.-1

Ethan:

The rain started hours ago, 1 know because I’ve heard it all the time.

I’m lying on my back on my bed, staring at the dark ceiling of my room, as the drops hit the glass of the windows with a steady rhythm that should be relaxing… but it is not.

Not tonight, tonight every blast of rain seems to fall right on my thoughts.

On my chest, on that restlessness that doesn’t let me breathe calmly.

I turn to one side, then to the other.

The sheets are tangled in my legs and the pillow no longer has any shape. I’ve been trying to sleep for too long… But I can’t

close my eyes for a moment, and there it is again. Clara, her voice, her gaze.

The way her lips felt against mine.

I squeeze my eyes tightly and let out a long sigh.

“Damn it,” I murmur in the darkness.

I run a hand over my face, trying to calm down, but the rain keeps falling.

And then the memory comes without warning. Without asking permission.

That night, the night Clara left. I see her again in front of me, suitcase in hand, her eyes full of something I didn’t understand at the time.

Pain, disappointment, decision.

I remember the sound of the door closing, the silence that followed.

The feeling that something inside me was breaking… And I just let it go.

My jaw tenses, my chest tightens with an uncomfortable force.

I sit up in bed suddenly. No, I can’t stay here.

Not tonight.

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There’s something growing inside me for hours. An anxiety that doesn’t go away, a sense of urgency that doesn’t let me think clearly.

I run a hand through my hair, take a deep breath and then I understand.

I know what I need.

The decision comes suddenly, clear and simple. Clara.

ald Boon under my Jeen / barely feel of as I walk to the Put on the first thing i fred a shirt, a hight jacket

I don’t even think too much about what i’m doing

I just know that I can’t go on here, in this bed, with this storm reminding me of

ke my coat, the keys from the table. And I go out.

The rain hits my face as soon as I walk through the door of the building

It’s strong, cold. But I don’t stop.

rything I could lose

I get in the car and start the engine. The wiper blades start moving immediately, pushing the water away from the windshield as I drive through the nearly empty streets.

The city looks different under the storm, traffic lights reflect off wet asphalt, streetlights draw long lines of yellow light on the pavement.

But as soon as I notice it, my mind is somewhere else.

In an apartment, in a woman who said that maybe… just maybe… She could give me a chance.

I grip the steering wheel tighter, I don’t know exactly what I’m going to say when I see her.

I don’t have a speech prepared, I just know I need to see her, I need to know she’s still there.

That this… what began among us again… It’s not something I’m going to lose.

Clara’s building finally appears in front of me.

Quick parking.

When I get out of the car the rain hits me harder than I imagined. In a matter of seconds the water soaks my hair, my shirt, my jacket.

But I don’t care, I don’t even try to cover myself.

I walk straight to the entrance of the building, feeling the water slide down my neck, down my back. I get

on the elevator.

The seconds it takes to get to her apartment feel eternal.

When the doors finally open, I leave almost immediately. The corridor is in semi-darkness.

The power probably went out here too, on the way to your door. My heart beats faster now.

I raise my hand, and knock. The sound of my knuckles against the wood echoes through the silent

hallway.

I wait, nothing. I frown slightly, knock again. This time stronger.

Rain hits the windows of the building in the distance. But the door remains closed.