The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 182

Chapter 130- Qui House Part 2-7

Chapter 130: In Our House, Part 2.-2

It’s something I must be careful about, I nod slightly, without exaggerating my reaction.

“Come…”

My voice comes out low, calm. I guide her down the hallway, and each step feels different.

More conscious, more measured. I open the door to the room, our room. And for a second… I stop.

Not for her, for me. Because this place… Keep too much.

“You can use whatever you need,” I say. “Everything is as before.”

I don’t know if that’s good or bad. But it is the truth.

Clara enters slowly, observes. She doesn’t say anything and that’s fine.

“I’m going to leave you for a moment,” I add. “So that you can change calmly.”

She nods.

“Thank you.”

I go out, close the door gently, and stay there. One second, just one, breathing.

‘Cause I know tonight… it can define many things. But not in the way I used to think.

It’s not about moving forward, it’s about not ruining it.

When I go back in… she is ready. More comfortable, more… soft.

Her suitcase is open on one side of the room. Some things already arranged, that detail…

It hits me strangely.

As if seeing her occupy the space… to make everything more real.

“All right?” I asked her.

She nods.

“Yes…”

There is a small pause.

“It feels weird…”

I nod slowly.

“I know.”

I do not minimize it, I do not contradict it. Because I feel it too.

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get a little closer, without invading.

“But it doesn’t have to be awkward.”

She looks at me. And something in her expression… she barely relaxes.

We sat on the bed, not too close. But not far either, and we started talking.

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Simple things… without weight, without past, without pressure. And that… That’s what makes everything

feel different.

Lighter, more… possible.

Time passes without me noticing, until silence returns. But it’s not uncomfortable, it never is with her…

When we stop fighting, we settle in.

We went to bed. Each one on their side, respecting that invisible space that still exists.

And yet… close, very close.

I look at the ceiling for a second, breathe. And then… I feel something. Her hand is not direct, it is not

intentional at all. It’s a light touch, but enough.

I turn my face slightly towards her, she feels it too. I know, but she doesn’t move away.

And neither do I.

I slide my hand down slightly, I slowly search for hers. Giving her time, and when her fingers don’t withdraw

I take them. Gently, without squeezing. Just… holding them.

She answers, intertwining her fingers with mine. And that gesture… it’s more intimate than anything else.

More than a kiss, more than any urgency. Because this… this is choice.

We stayed like this, in silence. Talking from time to time, small things, light memories.

Details that used to go unnoticed. And now… they don’t. Now everything matters.

Her thumb barely brushes my hand, unconscious, natural. And I feel something in my chest.

Something firm, calm, real.

“Good night, Ethan,” she murmurs.

I turn a little towards her, our faces closer now.

“Good evening, Clara.”

I approach slowly, without breaking anything. Without rushing and leaving a soft kiss on her lips, short, but full.

She doesn’t move away and that… is enough. More than enough.

I settle back in, still holding her hand. And for the first time in a long time… I don’t feel the need for

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anything more.

Because this… this is everything.

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Not urgency, not uncontrolled desire, but this. The calm, the closeness, the trust that we are beginning to rebuild.

I close my eyes. And before I fall asleep. I know. I don’t have to convince her to stay.

I just have to keep being this. And if she decides to come back… it must be because here… she feels at home.

I don’t know at what point we stopped talking. Maybe when silence ceased to be something that had to be filled… and it became a place where we could stay.

I keep holding her hand. Our fingers intertwined, warm, calm. And little by little… I feel her approaching.

It is not a sudden movement, it is not something that decides suddenly. It is… natural.

As if her body found its way on its own, Clara settles against me.

Her head on my chest, her breath brushing my neck. And I… I stand completely still.

Not because I want to walk away, but because I don’t want to break anything.

My arm moves slowly… around her. Drawing her in gently. As if this moment were fragile, as if it could

unravel if I do something wrong. But it doesn’t break.

On the contrary, it feels… right. Her weight on me, her warmth. The way she fits.

I close my eyes for a second… and breathe. And there I feel it.

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