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

Chapter 171

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.”

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