When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 64

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer 64**
**Chapter 64**

Titus observed as Chiara’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink, and in that fleeting moment, he grasped the allure that some bosses found in having their charming lovers nearby in the office. It was a universal truth: a hint of sweetness stolen from the mundane grind of work, the presence of a striking woman who could effortlessly illuminate the dreariest of days.

Chiara, however, felt an electric tension surge through her body under his intense gaze. The weight of his stare made her heart race, and an instinctual fear gripped her—what if he decided to make a move?

Titus couldn’t help but chuckle at her obvious discomfort. “Why the nerves, Chiara? You think I’m about to sweep you off your feet or something?” he teased, a playful smirk dancing on his lips.

His lighthearted banter left Chiara momentarily speechless, her mind racing with incredulity. ‘Seriously?’ she thought, her exasperation mounting. “Just put me down already,” she insisted, her voice steady despite the flutter in her stomach.

He held her gaze for what felt like an eternity—three long seconds—before finally relenting and releasing her. The amusement in his eyes was unmistakable, a glimmer that hinted at mischief.

Chiara quickly sprang back, creating as much distance as she could manage between them. She nervously adjusted her rumpled clothes, grateful for the silk fabric that smoothed out with a mere swipe of her hand.

“Did you enjoy the cafeteria food?” Titus inquired, his tone casual yet probing.

Chiara was taken aback by the sudden shift in conversation. Why was he asking about the food? Nonetheless, she answered truthfully, “Yeah, it was fine.”

Titus nodded, an indication that she was free to go.

She glanced back at him, her resolve firm. “I’ll be heading out then,” she stated, turning on her heel and walking away without a backward glance.

As she exited the office, Titus let out a soft “tsk,” the sound barely audible but filled with a mix of amusement and intrigue.

Just as fate would have it, the moment Chiara stepped out, Lena entered. Their eyes met, and Chiara offered a brief nod, barely acknowledging her presence before looking away.

Lena, however, was far from oblivious. She scrutinized Chiara with a sharp gaze, her mind racing. It had been well over ten minutes since Chiara had gone downstairs to deliver paperwork.

‘Really? How long does it take to drop off a file?’ Lena mused, her suspicion intensifying. An inexplicable hostility crept into her expression as she sized Chiara up, her eyes narrowing.

“Chiara, what took you so long? Was something happening?” Lena’s voice dripped with skepticism, each word laced with an underlying accusation.

Chiara glanced at her, brushing off the insinuation with a casual shake of her head. “Nothing, really,” she replied, feigning nonchalance.

Lena’s smile flickered, a thin veneer of friendliness masking something darker—perhaps resentment. “So, what exactly held you up?” she pressed, her tone cool and probing, as if fishing for a confession.

Chiara hesitated, caught off guard by the intensity of Lena’s questioning.

Just then, Queenie, who had been observing the exchange, interjected with a bright smile. “Lena, are you all done with your paperwork?” Her tone was light, but the underlying message was clear: ‘Why do you have so much time to linger and interrogate others?’

Lena shot Queenie a frosty glare. They weren’t exactly friends, but they maintained a semblance of professionalism. “Always the helpful one, huh? Not that anyone actually cares,” Lena snapped back, her words dripping with sarcasm.

Queenie rolled her eyes, unperturbed. “Some people just dismiss what they can’t have as worthless,” she retorted, her voice steady.

Lena’s expression shifted, as though Queenie’s words struck a nerve, cutting through her carefully constructed facade. “Queenie, what’s that supposed to mean?” she shot back, her eyes narrowing dangerously.

Unfazed, Queenie met Lena’s glare head-on, lifting her chin defiantly. “Oh, you know exactly what I mean. Don’t assume everyone here is oblivious. Have you ever considered who you really are in this office? Stop daydreaming before you embarrass yourself in front of everyone.”

Lena’s cheeks alternated between pale and flushed, the sting of humiliation washing over her. No one had dared to confront her so directly before, and it left her feeling both furious and exposed.

Chiara rubbed her forehead in frustration, wishing to defuse the escalating tension. The last thing she wanted was to be the catalyst for another clash between these two.

“Hey Queenie, I know this fantastic seafood place. How about I treat you after work to make up for all this?” Chiara suggested, hoping to shift the mood.

Queenie’s eyes lit up, and she nodded enthusiastically. “That sounds amazing!”

Lena watched the two bond, a cold, scornful laugh escaping her lips. She scoffed inwardly, dismissing them as beneath her. With a frosty expression, she turned on her heel and headed back to her desk, her irritation palpable.

Queenie leaned in closer to Chiara, lowering her voice. “Just ignore her. That’s how she always is—nothing special outside of her work. The rest of the time, she acts like she’s above us.”

Chiara smiled, grateful for the camaraderie. “Alright, I hear you. And thanks for standing up for me.”

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