The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 83

Feeling the zipper slide smoothly down her back, Alaina grabbed her collar, bolted like a startled rabbit, and didn't exhale until she had shut her door behind her.

"It's fine," she muttered, shaking her head as she headed for the closet. "No big deal."

The next morning.

She planned to slip out quietly to the lab, but when she went downstairs, Silas was already seated at the dining table, dressed in a sharp suit and eating breakfast.

"Morning, Mr. Summers," she said, forcing a smile as she walked over.

"Morning," Silas replied expressionlessly.

The next second, a robot glided over, carrying a breakfast plate covered with a thermal dome.

"If you need to eat in the future, just order on the tablet," Silas said softly. "The tablet is kept in that drawer over there."

Alaina stared blankly for a moment, then nodded, retrieving her breakfast and sitting across from him.

Silas casually pushed a bowl of dark, pitch-black herbal soup toward her. "Drink your medicine after breakfast."

Pausing, he added with deliberate emphasis, "The prescription was written by a top-tier medical professor. Take it on time, and barring any accidents, you might live an extra two years."

Alaina froze slightly.

Silas's indifferent tone made it sound as though human life, in his eyes, was just like that smart robot—something that could have its lifespan extended with better maintenance.

And if it expired, just scrap it and buy a new one.

She smiled, gave a soft hum of acknowledgment, and said, "Thank you for arranging that professor for my surgery last time, Mr. Summers."

Silas lifted his eyes, giving her a cool glance. "Call me Silas when we're at home."

She stiffened.

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