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The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 275

Chapter 196: A CasualDinner

Clara

The drive to that place already felt specialbut I didn’t understand why.

There was something about Ethan. I couldn’t explain it exactly, but from the moment we left my mom’s house, I felt himdifferent. More attentive, yes. But also more.. present. As if every little gesture was calculated. As if nothing was accidental. And thatmade me think. But not enough to suspect what was really going on.

When the car stops in front of the restaurant, my eyes widen a little more than usual.

The place isbeautiful. It’s not ostentatious, not over the top, but it has that quiet elegance that I like. Warm lighting, wood, subtle details, wellarranged tableseverything feels intimate, carefully curated.

WowI murmur as I get out of the car. I thought it would be something more casual.

I feel Ethan’s presence beside me. I wanted it to be just the way you liked it.

I turn my face toward him, and for a secondI just look at him, because he doesn’t say it lightly. He says it knowing exactly what I like, and thattouches me.

We go inside; the atmosphere is warm, welcoming. There’s a soft murmur of conversation, instrumental music playing in the backgroundeverything fits together. Everything feelsright.

Ethan walks beside me, but his hand rests on my lower back, gently guiding me. That gestureso his. So familiar. And yetit feels new.

We reach the table.

He goes ahead, pulls out my chairthen does the same for my mother.

Thank you, Ethan,” she says with a smile.

Always,” he replies naturally.

I sit down and can’t help but watch them both. My mother looks at him affectionately; there’s no tension, no doubt. She welcomes him as she always didwhen he was a part of our lives. And thatgives me a peace I didn’t know I needed.

We settled in, and a waiter approached. Ethan took care of everything with a calmness that made me

smile.

Wine?he asked, looking at both of us.

Of course,my mother replied.

I nodded.

Yeswine is fine.

He ordered a bottle without even glancing at the wine list. He knows it, and that also made me think.

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My mother placed her hands on the table.

Thank you for this dinner,she said. “It’s trulya very kind gesture.

Ethan looked at herrespectfully, with that way he had of looking at her that conveyed sincerity.

No, thank you,he replied. I know these moments are importantand I’m truly grateful that you’ve allowed me to be here.

My mother smiled, and Ifelt something in my chest. Because it wasn’t just what she said. It was how she said it, and how she held it.

The waiter brought the wine. Ethan tastes it, nods, and then pours first for my motherthen for meand finally for himself.

To the family,he says, raising his glass.

I look at him.

To the family,I repeat.

We gently clink glasses. And I drinkThe wine is perfect. Smooth, elegantwith that touch I love.

I look at him over the top of my glass.

You chose well.

He smiles slightly. I always dowhen it’s about you.

I don’t answer right away. I just look down at my glassfeeling something inside me stir.

My mother clears her throat softly, as if she notices this brief moment between us.

Clara told me things are going well between you two,” she says.

I look up immediately.

Mom

But she smiles.

What? I’m your mother, I have a right to know.

Ethan lets out a small laugh.

Yesthings are going well,” he replies. Very well, in fact.”

I look at him. And there’s something in the way he says itthat makes me believe him without hesitation.

He seems a little nervous or embarrassed; I think it’s because my mother brings it up in front of meI overheard them talking earlier in the living room, but I gave them their space.

I’m glad to hear it,my mother says. I always thought you twohad something special.

My fingers fidget with my glass.

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We do,I reply, almost without thinking.

Ethan looks at me. And that glancelasts a second longer than usual.

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The conversation flows; we talk about simple things. About how my mother has been, about the house, about memorieseven about my father. And although his absence is still a voidthis time it doesn’t hurt the same. Because we’re together, because something is being rebuilt.

The food arrives, and it’sperfect. Ethan clearly didn’t choose this randomly. Every dish has something I like, flavors I recognize. Details that make me think hetook the time.

I watch him as he talks to my mother. The way he expresses himself, the way he listens, the way he’s present. And I can’t help but thinkHe’s being a great man.

My mother’s words echo in my head. You deserve to be treated like the treasure you are.

Andfor the first time in a long timeI feel like I am. The night goes on, the laughter comes more easily. The atmosphere grows warmer. And thenSomething happens, a waiter approaches. But he doesn’t bring plates, he brings flowers.

My brow furrows immediately. A large bouquetof red rosesbeautiful, abundant. And another smaller onejust as delicate.

This?I murmur, confused.

The waiter approaches me firstand places the bouquet in front of me. Then he does the same to my mother. My hands rest on the table, I look at the flowersthen I look up at Ethan.

What are those?

My tone isn’t harshbut it is full of surprise.

He holds my gaze, calm, confident.

They’re for you.

I frown slightly.

For me?

My mother smiles, delighted. They’re beautiful

But I don’t take my eyes off him.

“I wanted this dinner to be special,he says.

There’s something in his voice. Somethingdifferent, deeper, moreintentional.

Because it really is.”

My heart gives a small, sharp jolt.

Specialwhy?

I don’t know why I’m asking, but I am.

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He doesn’t answer right away. He just looks at me, and in his eyesthere’s something I can’t quite Decipher. But it makes me feelthat thisisn’t just dinner. And somethingis about to happen. There’s

something in Ethan’s eyes, a different kind of glowone that goes beyond happiness, a deeper glow than the one he has during intimacy, it’sa kind of look thatMy heart stops, I look at the flowers and, again I see himis it possible that?

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