The CEO's Regret: Darling, Don’t Leave Me novel Chapter 449

Chapter 349: Hungry for Him.

Vanessa

I’ve been here for hours, hours. And I’m starting to hate it…

I lean my head back against the seat and look once more at the enormous mansion that rises at the end of the private driveway.

I used to go there often, when she wasn’t there. I went at any time, any day… I even imagined my life there, living with him, being his wife.

That mansion is imposing, silent, untouchable… Distant.

As if it belonged to another world, Ethan’s world, the world I once thought would be mine.

My fingers tap the steering wheel gently, once… twice, three times.

Then I look again, and nothing. I see nothing.

No one goes in, no one goes out. No sign, no answer. And it’s driving me crazy.

I’ve seen some lights flicker on and off behind the windows, shadows move, staff coming

and going… But nothing important.

Nothing to tell me where Ethan is, nothing to tell me where Clara is. Nothing.

I check the time again. Too many hours have passed, my stomach is growling, I’m hungry. So

hungry.

I haven’t eaten anything since this morning. I could go buy something; it would only take a few minutes, five or ten at most. But no.

What if something happens just as I leave? What if Ethan comes out? What if Clara appears?

What if I miss the chance to see something important? No, I can’t.

I sink deeper into my seat. I’ll hold on. I’ve done it before.

The sun begins to set slowly, the shadows lengthen. The sky changes color, and I’m still here.

Waiting, watching, keeping an eye on things. Because I need to know, to understand. I need to see what’s happening inside that house.

My gaze remains fixed on the main entrance, and then… Something moves.

My whole body tenses. A vehicle pulls out of the mansion. I immediately stand up.

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“Finally…” I whisper.

+25 Points

The car moves along the private road. I try to see who’s inside, but the distance is too great, and the windows don’t help.

Damn it.

Come on… Come on… Get a little closer.

The vehicle continues moving and finally turns onto the road.

Then I see her. My eyes widen. It’s her. Clara’s mother, sitting in the back… Alone.

I frown. What?

I lean forward, as if that might help. But no, I’m not mistaken. It’s her… And she’s alone, completely alone. I watch as the vehicle slowly disappears, and my mind immediately starts racing.

Why is she leaving? Where is she going? Will she come back?

My fingers tighten around the steering wheel. Something doesn’t add up.

Clara’s mother had been in the hospital for days. I saw her, I heard her… I was with her.

So… Why is she leaving? Why would she leave her daughter alone after an accident like that?

My thoughts race. Maybe she went back to her city. Maybe she just stepped out for a

moment.

Maybe… Maybe Clara isn’t there anymore.

No… That doesn’t make sense. If Clara had left the mansion, I would have seen her. Wouldn’t

1?

I clench my jaw. I hate not knowing, I hate the doubts, I hate feeling like I’m missing something.

The minutes tick by, and darkness begins to envelop everything.

The mansion’s lights glow in the distance, warm, elegant. Like a mockery…

I glance at a lit window, then another, trying to guess what’s happening inside, trying to imagine where Ethan is.

Is he having dinner? Is he working? Is he with her…

The thought makes me tense. No. Clara doesn’t remember… Fate told me so. Destiny gave it

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to me.

“She doesn’t remember…” I repeat those words over and over, like a mantra, like a truth.

But even so… A part of me still feels afraid.

Because Clara always finds a way, always.

+25 Points

My gaze returns to the entrance and then… The lights of a vehicle appear in the distance.

I straighten up abruptly; it’s the same car, I recognize it… It’s coming back.

My heart starts racing. Good, good. Come on, tell me something, show me something.

The car enters the property again; this time I can see it better. And when it passes in front of me… I understand.

It’s empty; there’s no one in the back seat, no one.

Clara’s mother didn’t come back. My breath catches for a moment.

So it was true; she’s gone, she’s really gone.

The vehicle disappears inside the property, and I’m alone again, with more questions than

answers.

I look at the mansion, the lit windows, the shadows… The distance. And I feel a fierce

frustration growing inside me.

I hit the steering wheel once, then again.

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