The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 168

Chapter 119. A Bitter Pill.-2

Chapter 119: A Bitter Pill.-2

My fingers squeeze the steering wheel until the knuckles are marked, no… I’m not going to watch this anymore.

I don’t have to, but I can’t look away. Not yet and then…

She gets a little closer.

My breathing becomes heavier… something starts boiling.

“Stop” I whisper.

But it’s not enough, I don’t stop. I keep watching, until he’s alone. Until she disappears into the building, until that moment… ends. And yet…

I don’t move.

One more second, two… And then… I can’t anymore.

I started the car suddenly. The engine responds strongly, almost as if it feels the same way I

I leave the place without thinking too much. And I pass right next to his car.

My eyes barely drift, I see him there, calm. As if nothing happened, as if he had no idea…

that someone else is observing, analyzing. Waiting.

I squeeze the steering wheel harder, and continue on my way. Without stopping, but with something very clear in my head.

This… it is no longer just interest, curiosity, or even competition. It is something else.

Something that I will not ignore, because if he believes… that this is already defined… that she has already chosen…

So he doesn’t know me. Because I… I haven’t started playing.

I don’t remember the whole way back, only fragments. Lights that pass by, red lights that I barely register.

The sound of the engine… stronger than normal or maybe it’s me. Maybe it’s all me.

get home, get out of the car without looking back, close the door harder than necessary and go straight in.

Chapter 119. A Bitter Pill

The silence of the place welcomes me… but it doesn’t calm me down, not today.

I loosen the knot of my tie as I walk, I feel the heavy air in my chest.

As if something squeezed me inside.

“Bring me a drink,” I say without stopping.

My voice sounds harder than I intended, but I don’t correct. I don’t care.

I continue advancing to the living room, drop the jacket on the sofa and run a hand over my

face.

Clara, Ethan.

The image comes back, again and again. That smile, that gesture. That closeness.

I clench my jaw.

“Damn it,” I murmured.

I hear footsteps behind me.

The employee appears with the glass in her hand, but hesitates for a second before approaching.

Maybe she notices my expression, maybe it’s obvious.

“Sir… Here you are.”

“Do you always take this long?” I interrupt without looking at her.

Silence.

I feel the atmosphere change immediately.

More tense.

“I’m sorry, I just…”

“It’s always the same,” I cut off, turning to her.

My eyes are fixed on her.

And at that moment… it is not her whom I see. Not really.

It’s all I have inside looking for a way out.

“You’re good for nothing.”

The words come out dry, harder, more than they should. More than she deserves.

MOUXT

POR

But I don’t stop, she immediately lowers her gaze.

Her hands barely tremble as she puts the glass down on the table.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she murmurs.

I don’t answer, I take the glass.

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify