The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 164

Chapter 717: if Personal -2

Chapter 117: It’s Personal.-2

I look away at the screen, but inside… I am fully alert.

What the hell is wrong with him? How can he question me in front of this person?

My mind blurred for a moment, because now I understand.

This is not accidental, it is not just an opinion, it is not just a difference of criteria.

Alexander…

He is not playing at discussing ideas. He’s playing with me and I don’t know exactly what, but what I do know… I can’t afford to fail.

Not in front of him, or in front of anyone.

The meeting ends. Chairs move, voices drop, attendees begin to leave one by one as they gather their things.

I do the same or at least… I try. Because my head is not in the papers I’m keeping. It’s in him and in every interruption. In every measured word, in every look.

I look up and there it is. Alexander has not moved.

He is in the same chair, calm, as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t tensed the entire room just a few minutes ago.

I squeeze the binder a little tighter than necessary. No… I’m not going to leave this at that.

I close the iPad, leave it on the table… and I walk towards him.

“What was that?” I say.

Direct.

Bluntly.

He looks up slowly, as if he just noticed my presence.

As if he didn’t know what I’m talking about.

“What?” he replies calmly.

I frown.

“The meeting,” I say, holding back my tone. “What was that?”

There is a small silence. He leans back just in his chair, crossing one leg calmly.

“I saw a small mistake,” he says. “That’s all.”

I look at him.

Incredulous.

“A mistake?”

Nod slightly.

“Yes. And even if we are partners… If you’re doing something wrong, I must tell you. Or not?”

I feel something inside me ignite.

“You should have done it in private,” I reply, firmly.

My voice doesn’t rise, but it does harden.

“Because that ‘correction’,” I make quotation marks with my fingers, “could affect both of us.”

I take a step closer to the table.

“If this expansion project doesn’t work… We’re both going to hell.”

He is unfazed. Not a little, that makes me more desperate.

“Don’t dramatize, Clara,” he says with that calmness that begins to irritate me. “A comment in a meeting does not define the fate of a project.”

“It wasn’t a comment,” I replied. “It was an unnecessary intervention at a key moment.”

My eyes are fixed on his.

“There was an important investor in that room.”

“And precisely for that reason,” he interrupts, “it was necessary to point it out.”

His tone is still low, controlled. As if this did not affect him in the least.

“I’d rather you hear it from me… to discover it only later.”

I clench my jaw.

“And you prefer to make me look like I don’t know what I’m doing?”

“I didn’t say that.”

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“But you hinted at it.”

We stared at each other, tense. My breathing feels a little heavier than normal.

“This isn’t just yours,” he finally adds. “It’s also my investment.”

“And it’s my company,” I answer immediately. “I built it.”

My words come out with more force now, more personal.

“I know perfectly well what I’m doing.*

He tilts his head slightly. Like analyzing me.

“I hope so,” he says.

And that phrase… That simple phrase… It hits me harder than it should.

Because it’s not what he says, it’s how he says it.

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