The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 244

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what makes it all the more interesting, because we both know… that there is

“When I finish, I gather my things.

“I’ll leave you then,”+say.

He nods. “Thanks.”

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I leave the office with the same calmness with which I entered. But inside… my mind is still working,

processing, piecing things together. Because now, I understand something clearly: Clara spoke, and he…

chose not to say anything interesting.

I left the building to deliver some confidential documents to a partner; his office is across the street, so I

took a deep breath, crossed the street, and went straight to the elevator.

I completed my errand, got the signature, and on the way back… on the way back, something happened.

I walk toward the elevator, pressing the button. The doors open, I step inside. The descent is stort. Quiet…

Perfect for thinking, for reorganizing. For deciding.

The doors open again in the lobby.

And I step out. And right at that moment…

“I’m sorry!”

The impact is immediate; the hot liquid spills onto my blouse. I instinctively take a step back.

“Shit!” he says.

I look down. Coffee… Perfect.

I close my eyes for a second, inhale, exhale. And I look up.

The man in front of me is already searching his pocket.

“I’m really sorry,” he says.

He pulls out a handkerchief and offers it to me.

“I didn’t see where I was going.”

I look at him, and then I recognize him. Of course I recognize him.

Alexander… The description, the photos, the way Clara talked about him. And the way Ethan… reacted

when he heard it.

Interesting… I take the handkerchief.

“It’s okay,” I say, starting to dry the cloth.

He looks genuinely embarrassed.

“Are you sure?” he asks. “That was hot.”

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“I’m fine.” I dry myself carefully, not exaggerating, not making a big deal out of it. But I don’t ignore it either.

“I’m really surry,” he insists. “If you want… I can help you get another blouse. You can’t just stay like that.”

I look up, studying him a little more closely now. Yes. It’s definitely him.

“It’s not necessary,” I reply. But I pause briefly. Just long enough. “Although… thank you.”

He nods. And in that moment… I decide.

“You’re the one who works with Clara Sinclair… aren’t you?” I say it casually, as if it were a casual recognition. But it isn’t.

His eyes lock onto mine.

“Yes?” He frowns slightly. “Do you know me?”

And there… there something new begins. Something that… wasn’t planned. But that definitely.. can be

useful.

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