The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 151

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Chapter 110: Their Closeness.-1

Clara

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I leave the office a little earlier than usual. It’s not something I do often, but today I finished

everything I had pending faster than I expected. I checked the latest report, sent a couple of

emails, and when I looked at the clock, I realized that for the first time in days… I had a small free

space.

I could have stayed, I could have brought forward tomorrow’s work, but instead, I pick up my

phone.

I look at it for a few seconds before texting him.

“Are you busy?”

The answer comes quickly.

“Never for you.”

“Are you serious, are you busy?”

“It depends. Why?”

I smile without realizing it, my fingers moving again on the screen.

“I finished early today. I thought maybe… You could come to my apartment for lunch.”

I bite my lip slightly as I reread the message.

“Since you made the nice gesture of inviting me to dinner- I would like to invite you to lunch today.”

I send it before I regret it.

The response takes just a few seconds.

“Of course. I would love to.”

My smile appears before I can help it.

I lock the phone and put it in my bag as I leave the building.

The excuse is lunch, that’s what I told him. But deep down I know that it is not only that.

The truth is… I wanted to see him. I wanted to spend some time with him, I wanted to be close to

Ethan again. Because since this morning… Something inside of me has been missing him a bit.

When I get to my apartment, I close the door behind me and leave my bag on the couch.

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I take a deep breath, the place is quiet… Familiar.

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I walk straight to my room, when I pass in front of the mirror in the closet, I stop, I look at myself.

I tilt my head slightly to the side.

“Well,” I murmur to myself.

I don’t know exactly why, but I end up getting closer to the mirror.

I arrange my hair with my hands, gathering a few strands behind my ear.

Then I let them go again, no. Not like that.

I go to the bathroom and take the brush. I run the bristles slowly through my hair as I watch my

reflection.

i want to see myself… good. Not too neat, but pretty.

I open the closet and check the clothes for a few seconds, I take out a lighter blouse.

I change in front of the for Then I stare for a moment longer. I don’t know why I do the

following… but I do.

I open the underwear drawer, my fingers running over the fabrics until I choose another.

I change quickly.

When I finish, I look at myself again in the mirror. My hands arrange the blouse over my waist.

I take a deep breath, and a small smile appears on my lips.

Because, even though I told him it was just a lunch… The truth is that I am waiting for him to arrive.

As I move around the kitchen, I notice something that makes me smile on my own.

I know Ethan all too well.

For years I was the person who practically organized every detail of his life. Not only their agenda, their trips or their meetings… also much simpler things.

Like what he ate… I remember perfectly when I coordinated with the cooks of the house the menu

of the week. I was the one who said what to prepare, how to make it, what ingredients to use.

Because I knew exactly what he liked.

If the meat should be juicier, if he preferred mild or more intense spices. If that day he was in the mood for something lighter or something more elaborate.

Ethan has always had a very particular taste for food.

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