The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 219

Chapter 151: Assumptions?-2

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1 hang up and stand there in the middle of the room. With the phone still in my hand… and the mind working too fast.

I don’t know why I felt who could go to that event in place of the board director.

The day had begun, the sun illuminated everything and I didn’t have a single message from her, from Clara… It was when I told myself that it was not wrong to call her, to know about her, to greet her… I know that today she is returning to New York. She must come back, maybe she’s already making arrangements to return…

But after the second call, that’s when I knew, because I heard him.

Alexander, he’s with her.

Hearing his voice on that call produced something in me. From the beginning, and it was no coincidence, it was not something spontaneous.

Was it planned? Did they leave together?

Clara didn’t tell me… I close my eyes for a second, I don’t want to jump to conclusions.

I don’t want to become that suspicious man who reacts without thinking. But I’m not naive

either.

Not after everything that’s happened, not after the way Alexander has been acting lately. Knowing that he has an interest in her.

Did Clara lie to me?

I shook my head then.

No, she wouldn’t lie.

But maybe he did plan it this way… he’s not unaware of what he’s been doing and what he’s been doing to her lately. Not after how he’s been pressing her, questioning her… invading spaces that aren’t his. And now this, a trip, an important event. And him… there, with her.

Without my knowing.

I let out a low, humorless laugh.

“How convenient…”

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1 look at the phone one more me, and just as fim about to lock it… It vibrates.

My heart take a small leap, is Clers. Her name appears on the screen. I respond immediately

“Clara”

My voice comes out firm. Controlled… I try to do it, because from the last call I was upset.

“I hope you have a coherent explanation for this… for that man to be on that journey.”

“Of course, there is one…”

I sigh and want to sound calm, but I feel that it is difficult for me.

“Well, I hear you”

She also has a serious tone… one that she shouldn’t, because the situation she’s in doesn’t give her the right to that

“First, I want to know something and I hope you’ll be honest Ethan… Why did you give me that necklace?”

That question makes me frown, I didn’t understand what it was coming for.

“The necklace? What does that have to do with what we’re talking about?”

“Just answer, Ethan.”

Her voice sounds more serious.

Chapter 152 The Same Necklace?

Ethan

Her question throws me off, not because of the object. Not because of the necklace itself. But because of the moment, of the tone. The way she says it… I frown, holding the phone tighter than necessary as I walk slowly around the room.

“The necklace?” I repeat, trying to understand. “What does that have to do with what we’re talking about?”

Absolute silence… But it is not an empty silence, it is a heavy, heavy one.

“Just answer, Ethan,” she says.

And there… There I feel it.

That change, that distance. That edge in her voice that wasn’t there before… Not a few days ago, not when she woke up in my arms, not when she looked at me as if all this still made

sense.

1 clench my jaw.

“I gave it to you because I wanted to,” I finally reply. “Because it is an important symbol… And because I wanted you to have it. I wanted to give you a detail and that necklace was the best thing I could give you at that moment… but, but I do not understand yet.”

I walk to the window, resting one hand on the glass.

I hear her sigh on the other end of the cell phone

“It wasn’t random, Clara. You know I’m not that kind of man.”

On the other side she does not respond immediately. I don’t like that.

“And you gave it to someone else?” she asks then.

I frowned at that direct question, bluntly… Without softening it.

I close my eyes for a second, there it is. The real question.

“No,” I answer, without hesitation. “Not like you.”

The silence that follows… it is even denser.

“What does that mean?” she says.

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I exhale slowly.

“What does it mean? Clara, it’s obvious… It means that it is not something that I go around giving away as if nothing happened,” I add. “And much less with the meaning it has.”

I pause, because now I am the one who needs to understand.

“Why are you asking this?”

My low voice is more serious.

“What happened, Clara?”

I hear her breathe and for a second… I feel like she’s far away.

Much further than she should be.

“Yesterday,” she begins. “At the event…”

She stops as if it were difficult for her to say it, as if she was not sure if she wanted to do it.

“I ran into Vanessa.”

My body tenses instantly. Because I know what Vanessa symbolizes in our relationship and the gaps that were created before by her presence.

Vanessa.

The name alone… I don’t like it. Neither in this context, nor in that tone.

“So?” I ask, trying to keep calm.

But it’s not that easy anymore.

“She was being… kind,” says Clara. “Too much, even.”

I let out a

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“The same one you told me.”

I close my eyes, I don’t like where this is going. I don’t like it at all.

“Clara…” I begin.

But she won’t let me finish.

“And then,” she continues “-… she took out one just like it.”

Total, absolute silence.

My mind goes blank for a second, just one. But enough.

“What?” I murmur, unable to stop myself.

“She had the same necklace, Ethan,” she says, now more firmly. “The same one. And she spoke of it as if she knew it perfectly. She was wearing the same necklace you gave me.”

I feel something tighten in my chest.

“When?” I ask, almost immediately.

“When what?” More like, when did you give her… something like that?”

“I didn’t, I didn’t give her that necklace, Clara.”

“Then explain to me why she has it,” she replies, quickly.

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