The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 269

Professor Foster kept his stern gaze locked on Silas. "Are you fully aware of her medical history?"

Silas remained perfectly composed, giving a slight nod.

"You don't need to worry," he stated with absolute certainty. "I will take exceptional care of her."

Professor Foster didn't let up just because of a single promise. "Alaina isn't just my student; I view her as my own daughter. So you'll have to forgive an old man for speaking bluntly."

Silas's expression didn't so much as twitch as he gestured for the older man to speak his mind freely.

"Alaina possesses incredible talent and potential." Professor Foster's voice turned icy. "If you are only interested in her capabilities, then maintaining a strictly professional dynamic is the smartest path forward. Even without being shackled by a marriage certificate, she will pour every ounce of her passion and energy into her field. You don't need to worry about her abandoning her work."

Silas remained silent, listening respectfully.

"And if you are pursuing her out of genuine affection, that doesn't put my mind at ease either," Professor Foster continued in a low tone. He rhythmically tapped his knuckles against the solid wood table, the sharp thuds echoing loudly through the deadly quiet room, ramping up the pressure. "You've navigated the darkest corners of the world. You are shrewd, and you've witnessed the ugliest sides of human nature and greed. But Alaina is pure and stubbornly naive to the viciousness of the world. Your life experiences drastically outpace hers, and the gap between your respective worlds is staggering. Can you absolutely guarantee that, for the rest of her life, you will never let her suffer a single ounce of grievance or swallow a drop of bitterness in this relationship?"

Inside the kitchen, Alaina slumped against the cold tile wall, her heart violently clenching.

She subconsciously held her breath, a fine layer of cold sweat breaking out across her palms.

Her mentor's tone wasn't particularly aggressive. He wasn't yelling or deliberately trying to humiliate Silas. But the sheer weight of his intense, protective interrogation made Alaina tense up entirely.

Her back was already drenched in sweat, her light shirt clinging uncomfortably to her skin, making her feel suffocated.

She knew her mentor too well.

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