The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 143

Chapter 105. It’s Not a Dream -1

Chapter 105: It’s Not a Dream.-1

Ethan:

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Clara sleeps in my arms, her breathing is calm, slow, as if her whole body had finally found rest. Her head is resting on my chest and one of her arms rests on my abdomen, still clinging to me even in

her sleep.

I haven’t moved, I don’t want to. My hand glides carefully down her bare back, caressing her skin in

gentle motions so as not to wake her up.

It is warm, alive… Here.

I look up at the ceiling of the room, the same room. The same walls that for years kept our life

together. And yet, tonight feels different.

More full, more real.

For so long this house was just that… a house. A large, quiet, too orderly place. I walked through

these corridors as if something were missing, as if the air were incomplete.

Now I understand what it was, or who it was.

I look down at her again, a strand of her hair falls over her face and I carefully push it aside,

brushing my fingers against her cheek. Clara barely moves between my arms, looking for more

closeness even when asleep, and her body is better accommodated against mine.

My chest fills with something I haven’t felt in a long time, a sense of wholeness. As if a lost piece

of my life has returned to its place.

Deep breath.

I feel her weight on me, her warmth. The calm rhythm of her breathing. And for the first time in a

long time, this room feels like what it was always meant to be.

Our place.

I don’t know at what point I fell asleep. The last thing I remember is Clara’s warmth in my arms…

her calm breathing on my chest… the feeling that, at last, something in my life had returned to its place.

When I open my eyes, the morning light streams in through the curtains. I blink a couple of times.

For a second I stand still, still caught between dream and reality.

Then I turn my head slightly to my side of the bed. My hand moves across the sheet.

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Chapter 105: It’s Not a Dream – 1

I look for her body, but I can’t find it. There is only cold cloth.

I frown, I feel the space next to me again.

Empty.

The dream disappears suddenly.

I quickly sit up in bed and look around the room.

“Clara?”

My voice comes out lower than I expected. There is no immediate response.

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My gaze sweeps every corner of the room, the door. The window… The chair where we left part of

our clothes last night.

But she’s not there, and for a second… just for a small second… My mind betrays me.

My body remains motionless, an absurd idea crosses my head.

What if it was all a dream?

A dream too perfect, an illusion that I wished for so many times that my mind decided to invent it.

My chest tightens. Because the idea of waking up and discovering that Clara was never here…

who never returned to this room… that never returned to my arms… it feels unbearable.

Then I hear her voice.

“I’m in the bathroom.”

The sound comes clear from behind the door. And I feel something immediate, as if the air is

returning to my lungs. As if the soul returned me to the body.

I close my eyes for a second and let out a small silent laugh, still sitting on the bed.

It was not a dream.

It was not an illusion, Clara is here, in this house… In this room with me.

The bathroom door opens. I look up immediately.

Clara comes out with my white shirt on… the same one that was on my body last night before it

ended up on the floor of this room.

The fabric is too big, covers up to the middle of his thighs and the sleeves fall a little over her

hands.

The scene steals a smile from me. There’s something dangerously intimate about seeing her like

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