The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 257

<Chapter 183: A “Casual” Lunch-3

Chapter 183: A “Casual” Lunch-3

Vanessa

“I never said she was.”

“But you thought so.”

ught…” I gently correct myself, “that she’s an interesting woman.”

se, letting the silence work in my favor.

ecially because of the decisions she makes.

What do you mean?”

rest my elbow on the table, holding my glass delicately.

“I mean that not just anyone comes back… after leaving.”

There, right there. I see it. That slight change in his expression isn’t obvious. But it’s there.

“People change,” he replies.

He’s searching for something in his answers.

“Or they repeat patterns,” I add calmly.

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Silence again… But now… it’s more tense, more heavy. Alexander leans back slightly in his chair,

crossing his arms.

“It seems you have a pretty strong opinion about their relationship.”

“I have a memory,” I reply. And that’s usually enough.

“And Et

it.”

im?”

too, I suppose.”

a different nuance.

an isn’t easy to forget.”

esn’t look away.

at instant… I know it. What I needed, what I came here for. There’s something there,

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something that isn’t just professional. Something that isn’t just admiration. It’s more. Much more. I gently place my glass on the table.

“It must be interesting working so closely with a woman like that,” I say. “Sharing so much time… so

many decisions… so much pressure.”

“It is,” he replies bluntly.

“The dynamics change in those kinds of environments.”

“It depends on the people.”

“Of course…” I murmur. “It always depends on the people.”

I tilt my head slightly, observing him more closely.

“And you… what kind of person do you consider yourself?”

He holds my gaze.

“Someone who knows what they want.”

I smile slowly.

“That’s dangerous.”

“For whom?”

“For everyone involved.”

Silence. But this time… it doesn’t break immediately. It lingers, settles between us. Like a warning…

or a promise.

Alexander takes his napkin, calmly wiping his hands.

“I don’t usually get involved where I shouldn’t.”

I let out a small laugh.

“Nobody does… until they do.”

His eyes narrow slightly.

“And you?”

“What about me?”

“Do you get involved where you shouldn’t?”

I look at him intently.

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