The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 154

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“The food,” she murmurs.

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Take a small hop into the oven almost immediately. I move away just to let her pass and watch her

move quickly through the kitchen.

Open the oven, turn it off, and carefully remove the tray. A small thread of steam comes upwards.

The aroma of spices fills the air.

She puts the tray down on the counter and exhales.

“I think it was just in time,” she says.

I smile.

She looks up at me and our eyes meet again.

There’s something different in the air now. A mixture of contained laughter… and what almost

happened a few seconds ago.

I move a little closer to the countertop and raise my hand slowly.

I take it to my nose, inhale.

“It smells delicious,” I say.

Clara frowns slightly, amused.

“The food?”

I shake my head barely, waiting for the answer. I look into her eyes, smile a little more.

“No,” I answer calmly. “You.”

Clara bites her lower lip lightly.

She doesn’t say anything for a second, but I know perfectly well that she understood what I meant.

It has always been like this among us. Sometimes you don’t need too many words.

Then she shakes her head a little, as if trying to return to reality.

“I think you should wash that hand,” she says, pointing to my hand with an amused smile, “because

we’re going to eat.”

I look at my hand for a moment.

Then I look back at her.

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“For a moment I thought we were going to eat dessert first.”

Her eyes open a little and then she lets out a small laugh.

That laugh of hers that I have always liked so much.

For a few seconds the kitchen is filled with that soft and light sound.

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Then we move through space again as if nothing had happened… although we both know that

something did happen.

She finishes taking out the plates, I place the cutlery. I pour the wine.

The table begins to take shape between us.

When I finally look at everything she has prepared, I stop.

1 frown slightly as I look at the plates on the table.

“I can’t believe what I’m seeing.”

Clara looks up at me.

“What?”

She moves a little closer to the table as she begins to point to the plates one by one.

“Well,” she says, “this is spiced rice just the way you like it, with cardamom and a little cinnamon.””

She points to another container.

“Here’s lamb marinated with yogurt and lemon. I let it rest long enough to soften it.”

Then take a small tray.

“I also made flatbread with herbs… Because I know that you always like to accompany everything

with bread.”

I watch her as she speaks. While explaining everything naturally.

Like she’s doing something completely normal. But for me… it is not.

Because every dish I see on this table has something in common.

Each one. They’re all made exactly the way I like them.

I tilt my head slightly as I look at her.

“You remember everything,” I say finally.

Clara looks up at me. And for a moment I feel something in my chest.

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Something warm, something dangerous. Because there are things… that one does not expect anyone to remember after so long.

I take the cutlery. Clara is already sitting in front of me, watching me with that expectant

expression that I know all too well. She doesn’t say anything, but her eyes are attentive… waiting for my reaction.

I cut a small piece of meat, bring it to my mouth. And the instant the taste touches my tongue..

something is happening inside me.

It’s not just good, it’s exactly how I remember it.

The spices, the texture. The cooking point.

Everything.

1 chew slowly as a strange sensation begins to rise up my throat.

Like something is squeezing in there. I swallow with difficulty.

Clara continues to look at me.

“So?” she asks with a small smile, leaning slightly forward.

I open my mouth to answer. But nothing comes out.

Because my voice… simply doesn’t want to come out. Not the way it should.

I look away for a second at the plate, trying to compose myself.

The flavor is still there, and with it… memories.

So many nights in our house, so many times sitting in front of a table like this.

So many little things that seemed normal then… and that now weigh so much more heavily.

I take a deep breath before looking at her again.

Clara frowns a little when she sees my silence.

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