The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 240

Chapter 168: Back Again.-2

We walked toward the reception desk, and then I remembered.

“Excuse me…” I said to the girl, “do you know if Mr. Alexander has already left?”

She looked at me, thought for a second

“Oh… the man who was with you?”

I nodded.

“Yes.”

“Yes, of course. He checked out last night.”

I blinked.

“Last night?”

I frowned.

That doesn’t make sense.

“Yes, he checked out last night.”

My mind stopped for a second, confused. Because that wasn’t what we had agreed on. We had talked about leaving today, after resting. After all.

“Thank you,” I finally said. But something doesn’t add/up, nothing.

I looked at Ethan. But I didn’t say anything… Not yet. Because I didn’t know what it meant, and maybe… I

didn’t want to know yet.

The return trip is calm, quiet at times, comfortable. Ethan doesn’t let go of my hand, not for a second during the entire journey. And I don’t pull away, I don’t want to There’s something about that constant contact… that keeps me present, that anchors me.

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The plane takes off. And for the first time in a long time… I don’t feel travel anxiety. Just… calm.

I close my eyes for a moment, rest my head on his shoulder. And let time pass.

When we land… Everything moves quickly again. Luggage, exit, car, city.

New York welcomes us with its usual rhythm. Intense, unstoppable. But it doesn’t overwhelm me. Not today.

We arrive at the mansion, I get out of the car. I look around and feel something strange. As if this place… were no longer foreign. As if somehow… it were also mine.

Ethan walks around the car, approaches. He takes my hand again and doesn’t let go. He guides me toward the entrance, opens the door, and stops, looking at me with that same expression as before.

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Chapter 168 Back Again 2 “Welcome back, my love…”

My heart beats faster.

“Back at your house.”

I look at him and smile.

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Because I don’t know when it happened… but something inside me knows… that maybe… he’s right.

I touched my chest and felt the necklace again. Yes, I put it back around my neck.

Deep down, I felt that this argument wasn’t all bad… I smiled slightly and we went inside.

I thought about what happened on the trip as not being entirely bad, if I look at it with differant eyes now, I see that… we communicated, we cleared things up, and we resolved things… And that… wasn’t something that usually happened between us.

I closed the door behind me and took a few steps forward, letting the silence of the house envelop us. It wasn’t awkward. It was… different. As if, after everything we’d said, there wasn’t so much weight hanging

in the air anymore.

I brought my hand to my necklace again, playing with it between my fingers. It wasn’t just an accessory. Not after all. It was a kind of symbol… of what we were, of what we almost lost… and of what, somehow,

we’re still trying to build.

I turned my head slightly to look at him. He was there, watching me silently. Not harshly, not with that

coldness that sometimes rose between us like a barrier. This time it was different. Calmer. More present.

“What?” I asked, noticing that he wasn’t looking away.

He shook his head gently, but didn’t stop looking at me.

“Nothing…” he said, though his tone said otherwise. “Just… you look at peace.”

That word took me by surprise. At peace?

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