The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 446

Chapter 346: Sensations not one’s own?

Clara

The door opens before me… and for a second, I freeze in the doorway.

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I don’t go in immediately; my feet are rooted to the spot… as if I can’t move forward before taking it all in.

“Clara…”

I hear my mother’s whisper, but I don’t move. There’s something about this place that holds

me back.

It’s not rejection, nor is it fear… It’s… a strange feeling.

As if I’m standing before something I should acknowledge… but I can’t quite manage it.

“Come in, daughter…” my mother says gently.

I take a step, then another, and finally enter.

My eyes scan everything: the wide bed, perfectly made, almost too perfect… The pillows arranged with precision, the curtains letting in a soft light that illuminates every corner.

Everything seems… cared for, thought about… inhabited.

But not by me.

I walk slowly, my fingers brushing the surface of a table; the touch is cold, real. But it tells me nothing… Nothing in me reacts as it should.

I approach the window, look outside; the landscape is beautiful, orderly, peaceful.

“You always liked this spot to read…” my mother says from behind me. “The last time I came,

I saw you here several times. It seemed like this space gave you peace.”

I barely turn my head.

“Read?”

She nods.

“Yes… you would sit there for hours.”

I look at the chair by the window, observing it as if it were foreign, as if it belonged to someone else.

Chapter 346 Sensations not one’s own?

Not to me… Not to the woman I am now.

“I don’t remember…”

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My voice comes out softer than I expected. My mother doesn’t answer immediately, and that silence… weighs heavily.

I move away from the window, walk to the closet, and open it. And there… That’s where something changes.

My clothes, all organized, categorized… Colors, styles, everything has an order… A purpose.

A care that doesn’t seem improvised.

I run my fingers over one of the garments, I recognize it, not by memory, but by logic.

“This is mine…”

I murmur.

“Of course it’s yours…”

My mother replies with a slight smile, but it’s not enough. Because knowing it’s mine… isn’t the same as feeling it.

I close the closet, walk to the bathroom, and open the door. The scent is clean, fresh, but

there’s something else.

Something subtle, something I can’t quite identify… but that feels… familiar.

I stop, take a deeper breath, try to find that something, but it eludes me, it always eludes me.

“It’s like…”

I murmur… But I don’t finish the sentence, because I don’t know how to explain it.

I leave the bathroom, go back to the bedroom, and then… I feel it.

Before I hear him, before I see him… I sense it; a soft, masculine scent… Familiar in a way I

don’t understand.

My body reacts first, tenses slightly, my fingers stop moving, my breathing changes.

And then…

“Can I come in?”

Ethan’s voice, from the doorway.

Chapter 346 Sensations not one’s own?

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His scent reached me before he did… I don’t turn around immediately, I don’t know why.

But I don’t.

“Yes…”

My mother replies, I keep looking straight ahead. But now… I’m aware of him.

Of his presence, of how he fills the space without making a sound.

My mother approaches me.

“I’m going to leave my things in the guest room… I’ll be right back.”

She says softly, but I know what she’s trying to do is leave me alone with him.

I nod.

She walks past Ethan, and before leaving… She places her hand on his shoulder. What was

that?

A brief, subtle, yet clear gesture.

As if she were saying “patience,” as if she were saying “don’t give up.”

He says nothing, but he feels it. I know it.

When the door closes… The silence returns, but now it’s different.

When we’re alone, everything feels more… intimate, uncomfortable, but more… present.

Finally, I turn around and see him; he’s there… A few steps away.

Not getting too close, not invading. Just… being.

His eyes observe me, not with intensity, not with demand. But with something more.

Something I can’t quite decipher.

“It’s… strange, isn’t it?”

He says, his voice low, almost cautious.

I don’t answer immediately, because yes, he’s right, it is strange. But that word… isn’t enough.

“A little…”

I finally say, and he nods.

Chapter 346, Sensations not one’s own?

He looks around, as if he, too, is seeing this place for the first time.

“There…”

He points to the bed.

“You used to complain about those pillows.”

I frown slightly.

“Why?”

A faint smile appears on his face.

“You said they were too high… that your neck hurt.”

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I look at the pillows, I study them. I try to find something in me that will trigger a reaction.

But there’s nothing.

“I don’t remember…”

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