The CEO’s Regret My Ex-Wife is a Tech Goddess novel Chapter 98

It was only in moments like this that she could openly and shamelessly study his face.

Her eyes traced his features. His long eyelashes rested against his skin, fluttering faintly like the wings of a butterfly.

She suddenly remembered what he had told her father downstairs. *"Your daughter has ideals and convictions. She needs someone who can ride alongside her, someone who can clear the path for her ambitions."*

A soft smile touched her lips, and she let out a quiet sigh. "It's a miracle you actually said something so decent. I'm only taking care of you because of that sentence, you hear me?"

As her words faded, the tight, rigid line of his lips softened. His breathing grew deep and steady, and a faint, warm flush colored his usually pale cheeks.

Looking at him now, he actually seemed human.

Alaina went to the bathroom, filled a basin with warm water, and gently wiped his face with a damp towel.

From his forehead down to his jawline, she moved with excruciating care, terrified of waking him.

The heat from the towel seemed to chase away the heavy sting of the alcohol, making the flush on his cheeks look even softer.

Once his face was clean, she gently took his hand and began wiping away the sweat.

His hands were massive and warm, his knuckles prominent and strong. His nails were neatly trimmed, and his fingers were elegantly long and striking—the kind of hands you couldn't help but stare at.

She couldn't help but wonder how hands so elegantly sculpted could wield a gun, let alone belong to a shooting champion.

It was hard to imagine.

As she picked up his left hand, she immediately noticed the wedding band resting on his finger.

She hadn't even realized he was still wearing it.

She had taken hers off and tossed it into a jewelry box on her second day of work.

Compared to his dedication to the bit, she felt entirely unprofessional.

After cleaning his hands, she realized Silas was still wearing his heavy suit jacket. Knowing he'd be miserable sleeping in it all night, she decided to help him out of it.

She leaned over, carefully propping him up so his weight rested against her. Supporting his back with one arm, she worked the jacket off his shoulders with her free hand.

She finally managed to pull it off. But just as she shifted to lay him back down against the pillows...

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