The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 401

Charter 370 The White Flowers

Chapter 310: The White Flowers.

Clara

The doctor’s office smells clean, orderly, and peaceful. And, strangely enough, that caln

I’m sitting across from the doctor, my hands clasped in my lap, trying to organize every to say… although it’s actually simpler than it seems.

“I want to be a mom” those three words have become a part of my days lately.

The words come out more firmly than I expected.

The doctor smiles, not with surprise, but with the calm of someone who has heard that m times… but understands that for the person saying it, it’s never a small thing.

“Perfect,’ she replies. “Then let’s do things right.”

I nod… That’s exactly what I want.

To do it right.

“I want to plan everything…” I add. “I want it to be a healthy, peaceful process… to make sure everything is in order beforehand.”

She takes notes, asks me questions about my health, my habits, my medical history.

Everything flows naturally, as if this step… was already written for me.

“We’ll help you with that, Clara,” she finally says. “There’s no problem. We just need to do some initial tests, check how your body is doing, and then we’ll plan from there.”

I feel something warm in my chest.

Relief.

“Thank you…”

“It’s a beautiful process,” she adds, “and it’s better to start it with this clarity you have.”

I smile, because yes… It feels good.

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My assistant gets up as soon as she sees me come in.

“Miss Clara…”

place my bag on the desk.

“Tell me.”

“You have a gift.”

I frown slightly.

“A present?”

She nods, gesturing toward a side table. And then I see it: another bouquet of white roses.

I pause for a second, just one. Something stirs in my chest; I couldn’t quite put my finger on what

I approach slowly, examining them. They’re identical… Too identical.

Perfect, flawless.

“Who sent them?” I ask, still staring at them.

“I don’t know…” my assistant replies. “They don’t have a card. They just said it was for your wedding.”

My mind makes an immediate connection: the ones from the house… Same style, same lack of

names.

I run my fingers over one of the petals, soft and cool.

“Ethan?” I ask, more to myself than to her.

“No, miss,” she says. “They didn’t leave any names.”

I nod slowly, lost in thought. It’s not unusual to receive flowers after a wedding.

Not really.

There are people who couldn’t attend, I tell myself… People who want to make a gesture.

It’s normal… Isn’t it?

Even so… There’s something, something small, almost imperceptible, that doesn’t quite fit.

But I don’t dwell on it not now.

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“They’re beautiful,” I murmur finally.

And they are, so I carefully take the bouquet, find a vase, and calmly arrange them on one of the

tables in my office.

White, elegant, silent. As if they were watching.

I shake my head slightly, as if to shake off that strange feeling. I’m overthinking things, again.

I return to my desk and sit down. I open my laptop and let work absorb me.

Emails, documents, meetings. Everything falls back into place, into its rhythm, back under my

control.

But, every now and then… Without realizing it… My eyes wander to the flowers.

And something inside me… Stays there a second longer than necessary.

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p; I don’t want to greet him sitting down, not this time.

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t professional air, but something’s different.

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Welcome to the company.”

My words are clear, direct, without beating around the bush. But loaded with intention.

He nods.

“Thank you, Miss Sinclair.”

There’s formality, yes. But also something more: recognition.

! slowly release his hand.

“I want to tell you something before we continue,” I add.

He watches me intently.

“What happened…” I pause briefly. “was a mistake. One that is already being corrected.”

I’m not making excuses, I’m not softening the blow, I’m taking responsibility.

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