The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 160

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Chapter 115 Waiting for Her

Chapter 115: Waiting for Her

Ethan:

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The car’s engine sounds steady as I drive down the road, my hands steady on the steering wheel.

Looking straight ahead… But my mind… It’s not here.

It’s with her, again. Over and over again.

I take a deep breath… And I can’t help but smile.

I smile to myself, like a complete idiot.

I

I shake my head slightly as I exhale a small laugh under my breath.

“I can’t believe it,” I murmured.

Everything comes back to my mind with a dangerous clarity.

The way I held her in my arms, how she responded to me. How she felt… so mine again.

I close my eyes for just a second, just enough to let the sensation go through me again.

Her skin.

Her breathing, her way of looking for me. I tighten the steering wheel a little more.

My chest fills with something I haven’t felt for a long time, real, solid confidence.

As if something inside me had returned to its place. As if everything… was lining up again.

I look down for a moment, letting go of one hand from the steering wheel. I look at my fingers… And without thinking too much… I bring them to my nose. I inhale, and there it is. Its aroma.

Subtle… but enough. I close my eyes a second longer this time.

“Fuck…” I whisper with a smile I can’t contain.

Because this… This used to be a fantasy, to recover her. To have her like this again, to feel her close again.

It was something that I saw as far away… almost impossible. But now… Now it doesn’t feel like

that, now it feels real, possible, achievable.

My smile widens a little more as I put my hand back on the steering wheel.

Because for the first time in a long time… I’m no longer driving with the fear of losing her.

And that… It relieves me more than I can explain.

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The door of my house closes behind me with a sharp sound.

The echo is lost in the silence of the house… a house too big for one man.

I walk a few steps inside, loosening my tie with one hand, letting the air hit my face.

But it’s not enough, nothing feels the same. Not after today.

I look around, at the walls. The furniture.

Everything is exactly as usual… And yet, something changed. Or rather… I changed.

I let out a low laugh as I run my hand over the back of my neck.

“It’s not that long now,” I murmur to myself.

Because now I can see it clearly, Clara here. In this space, in my space.

Not as a visitor, not as someone who comes and goes. But by staying. Remaining, living.

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My footsteps automatically lead me into the room. I stop in the middle, slowly turning on myself, observing every corner as if I were seeing it for the first time.

frown slightly.

No. This does not work. Not like that.

I take my phone out of my pocket and look for a contact. It didn’t take long for him to find it.

The engineer.

Answer the second tone.

“Mr. Ethan, I was just organizing…”

“No,” I interrupt him, firmly.

There is a small silence on the other end of the line.

“We’re going to stop everything.”

“Stop… remodeling?”

I clench my jaw slightly, looking at the stairs, imagining… projecting.

“Yes. Don’t start anything yet.”

“But we already had-”

“I’ll call you when I’m ready,” I say abruptly, not giving him a chance to insist.

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I hang up.

I put the phone down slowly, take a deep breath.

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I won’t make any changes, not yet. It is not an impulsive decision, on the contrary. It’s the clearest

I’ve had in a long time.

I go up a couple of steps, stop halfway through, and rest one hand on the handrail.

My gaze wanders to the upper floor, to the rooms. Towards what could be… our space.

“I’m not going to do it without you,” I say quietly, almost like a promise.

Because this time… I don’t want to decide alone, I don’t want to impose, I don’t want to build something… where she does not feel a part.

Clara has always organized my life.

My schedules, my trips, my little details. Everything… even my feelings.

And now… I want her to organize this too.

I want to see her here, walking through these halls, choosing colors, changing furniture, saying

what stays and what doesn’t.

I want her to leave her mark on every corner, for this house… to be hers too. Just like it always has

been.

My lips curl into a slow, confident smile.

“When you come-“I murmured.

Because know she will, I can feel it.

This time it’s different.

“You’ll come on your own.”

I lowered my gaze, letting out a quiet sigh. And for the first time… This empty house doesn’t feel so

empty. It feels… on hold.

I stay a few more seconds in the middle of the room, with the phone still in my hand, staring at it.

Thinking about her.

Feeling that urge… that almost absurd need to hear her voice again, even if only a few hours have

passed.

I exhale slowly and dial. The ringtone sounds once… twice… And then she answers.

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