The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 212

Tapter 147 At My Door 1

Chapter 147: At My Door.-1

Clara

The light wakes me up, it’s not abrupt… but it is enough. It sneaks through the curtains, soft, insistent, as if reminding me that the world goes on… even if I’m not ready to face it.

I blink a couple of times… Everything feels… heavy.

My head, my body, my chest.

It takes me a few seconds to locate myself, the ceiling is not mine.

Neither does the room. And then… I remember it.

The event, Vanessa, the necklace. I slam my eyes shut.

no… But yes.

Everything comes back too quickly, too clear.

I exhale slowly and run a hand over my face… I feel dry skin, makeup that is no longer makeup, just leftovers. I’m… like this.

I sit up a little and see it, to the side, on the bed. The necklace.

My breath barely stops, there it is, intact. Shining like it doesn’t carry anything.

But I know what it means now or what it could mean.

My fingers move by inertia, I take it. I hold it in front of me, the diamond catches the morning light, beautiful, perfect and still… I feel something in my chest.

Something uncomfortable, something that wasn’t there before.

I close my eyes for a second.

“I have to talk to Ethan,” I whisper.

My voice sounds low, raspy, but clear. Because I know, I can’t stay with this, I can’t assume.

I can’t imagine scenarios in my head, I need to hear it. From him.

His version, his truth.

I know this must have an explanation for everything…

huapter 141 41 My Door 1

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I open my eyes, I reach for my cell phone. It’s on the bedside table, I take it. The screen lights up my face, too early.

I frown slightly, I don’t know if I should call him now. I don’t know if I should wake him, I don’t know if… there’s a knock at the door.

The sound makes me tense up. My heart jumps a little, I look toward the entrance. Again, the knocking is louder this time.

I blink in confusion. Who…? I look at the time again, too early for anything.

I get out of bed and that’s when I feel the weight of the dress.

I’m still wearing it, all night. I don’t even remember when I fell asleep.

I run a hand over my face again.

When I look down… I see my fingers smudged, the trail of worn makeup blurred.

Like everything else.

I exhale and walk towards the door slowly. Each step feels heavier than normal.

I don’t know why, maybe because of everything. Maybe for nothing, I stop in front of the

peephole.

I hesitate for a second, but I still look. And there it is.

Alexander.

My stomach barely tightens, not strong. But enough…

I open the door.

“Alexander…”

My voice comes out lower than I expected, he looks at me immediately. From top to bottom.

Not inappropriately… but he is detailed, too much.

She notices the dress, the smudged makeup, the tiredness.

I know. He sees everything.

“Good morning,” he says.

His tone is neutral, but his eyes… no.

Clair

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I nod slightly.

“Good morning.”

There’s a little silence, a very, very awkward one. Or maybe… I just feel it that way.

“May I come in?” he asks.

I doubt, just a second, but enough.

Then I step aside.

“Yes… of course.”

He enters, walks calmly as if space were not alien to him, as if he were measuring every detail. I close the door behind him and suddenly… The room feels smaller.

More closed, more… heavy.

I cross my arms, almost reflexively.

“I didn’t expect to see you so early.”

He turns to me.

“I didn’t expect to find you like this either.”

Its response is direct, without filter, without smoothing.

I purse my lips.

“I was late,” I reply. “I fell asleep.”

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