The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 255

Chapter 182: A Different “Good Morning”

Chapter 182: A Different “Good Morning.”

Clara

I wake up slowly… as if my body doesn’t want to leave the place it’s in.

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I don’t open my eyes immediately; first, I feel the warmth. The soft sheets tangled between my legs… and then… him. Ethan.

He’s facing away from me, his breathing deep, slow… calm. As if nothing else in the world exists but this moment. And for a second… I just observe him… Naked, so real, so mine…

My eyes travel slowly down his back, as if I were discovering it for the first time… though I’m not. Even so, there’s something different now. Something deeper. The lines of his shoulders… the way his back rises and falls with each breath… the morning light streaming through the window and casting soft shadows on his skin. He’s beautiful… Not just physically, he’s… him.

And that’s what I love most.

I move a little closer, silently, slipping between the sheets until I’m pressed completely against his body. My chest against his back, my legs entwined with his.

I hug him, my arms gently encircling his torso, as if afraid of breaking something… even though I know it’s not fragile. But what I feel… is.

I rest my face between his shoulder blades and close my eyes for a second, breathing in his scent. That aroma so uniquely his… so familiar… so dangerous for me. Because it makes me feel at home. And I… I never want to lose that again.

My lips brush against his skin, a soft kiss. Then another, slow… unhurried… savoring the simple fact of being able to do it.

My hand moves slowly over his chest, caressing it with no intention beyond feeling him. Confirming that he’s here, that this is real. That last night wasn’t a dream.

He stirs slightly, a small, almost unconscious gesture… but he doesn’t pull away. He doesn’t walk away, he stays. And that makes me smile.

“Good morning…” I whisper against his skin, though I’m not sure he’s fully awake. It felt the same, but different.

That “good morning” was strange… it felt better than all the others.

His body barely reacts… a deeper exhalation, a slight movement of his head. He doesn’t respond, but I don’t need him to. I’m still there, watching him, appreciating him. As if I want to etch this moment in my memory, because there’s something in this moment… something so

Chapter 182. A Different “Good Morning.”

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simple, so ordinary… that feels more important than anything else. It’s not the intensity of last night, it’s not desire. It’s this… The calm, the closeness, the silent certainty that I want to stay here. With him.

My fingers trace his arm slowly, gently moving down his skin, without haste… without intending to fully wake him, just… touching him. Feeling.

“I like you like this…” I murmur softly, more to myself than to him.

His hair is a little messy, I can even see it from behind. And that makes me smile even more. I’ve never seen him like this. So… human, so unfiltered, and I love it.

After a few more minutes, I carefully pull away. I don’t want to wake him abruptly. I slowly get out of bed, feeling the room’s slight chill on my bare skin. I find one of his shirts and put it on … oversized, comfortable… his. Always his.

I walk to the phone and make a quick call to the mansion’s downstairs.

“Good morning…” I say softly. “Could you bring our breakfast up to the room, please?”

I order something simple… coffee, fruit, bread, something warm. Something for us.

When I hang up, I look at him again. He’s still there… in the same position, but now I know he’s not completely asleep. I feel it, I know him.

I go back to the bed and sit beside him. I run my fingers through his hair, smoothing it down slightly.

“I already ordered breakfast…” I whisper.

This time… he stirs a little more.

A low sound escapes his throat, like a wordless reply. I smile, and minutes later, there’s a knock at the door. I get up quickly, making sure my shirt covers me properly. I grab a light robe and tie it before opening the door.

The maid comes in with the tray, discreet, respectful. She doesn’t look more than necessary. Ethan is already covered when she comes in. Always attentive, always careful.

She places the breakfast near the bed and leaves silently. I close the door… and when I turn back to him… I see him. Sitting on the bed, leaning against the headboard. With that expression of someone who’s just woken up… but isn’t quite here yet.

His hair… completely disheveled, his eyes… slightly puffy, his gaze… soft. And I can’t help it. I stare at him, too long.

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hapter 187 A Different “Good Morning

“What?” he says, his voice husky, half asleep.

I smile.

“Nothing…” I reply, moving closer.

“It’s just… I like you like this.”

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