When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 66

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**
**Chapter 66**

Lena’s gaze drifted over to Titus, who was absorbed in his phone. For a fleeting moment, she allowed herself to observe him, taking in the way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. But just as quickly, she averted her eyes, settling back into her seat with a mix of curiosity and unease. The air around her felt heavy, and she felt compelled to check her own phone. With a swipe, she opened her social media feed, and there it was—Queenie’s latest post.

A frown creased Lena’s forehead as she studied the image before her. It showcased three women, all smiles and laughter, their table overflowing with a lavish display of seafood that seemed almost too extravagant to be real. The two women beside Queenie were strikingly beautiful, exuding an effortless charm that made Lena feel a twinge of jealousy.

As she scrolled through the comments, a wave of recognition washed over her. “Hey, isn’t that Titus’s new secretary? Wow, she’s stunning! And the other woman—she’s not one of ours, is she? But I swear I’ve seen her somewhere before.”

Then came the voice of someone from the finance department, chipping in with, “Wait, that’s Eunice Murphy, the heiress to Murphy Group, isn’t it?”

Another voice piped up from the legal department, “Whoa, Queenie, are you secretly a rich heiress too?”

Queenie, ever quick with her wit, responded, “Nah, these two are the real deal. I’m definitely not one of them! Maybe in my dreams, though!”

Lena’s impatience flared as she considered leaving her timeline behind, but then her eyes landed on Titus’s name. He had liked the post. A sudden rush of adrenaline coursed through her veins, and she couldn’t help but glance up, her heart racing as she stole a look in his direction.

Titus, after hitting ‘like,’ casually placed his phone down, seemingly unfazed by the world around him.

Lena bit her lip, her gaze falling to the floor, her emotions a tangled mess that she couldn’t decipher. All the secretaries had Titus’s contact information, but it was strictly for work—never for personal matters. His social media presence was pristine, devoid of any posts, and he was the type who never engaged with anyone’s feed, not even with a simple comment.

This was a first for him, and with it came a rising tide of anxiety that threatened to overwhelm her.

Meanwhile, Paul, who had been quietly observing Lena, sensed that something was amiss. By the time dinner wrapped up, it was clear that she had indulged a bit too much in the high-proof spirits that had flowed throughout the evening.

She stole a glance at Titus, and before she could think better of it, she blurted out, “Mr. Goodman.”

Paul’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He had been aware of Lena’s feelings for some time now, but she usually maintained a professional demeanor. Tonight, however, she seemed different, her eyes frequently darting toward Titus like a moth to a flame.

Paul couldn’t help but wonder if Titus, with his keen perceptiveness, had picked up on Lena’s behavior. If she continued down this path, her position could be in jeopardy. Paul had a hunch about what was brewing in Titus’s mind.

He understood the dynamics well—there were countless admirers vying for Titus’s attention, and he couldn’t possibly respond to each one. The best course of action was to remain indifferent and keep pushing forward.

As for why Lena still had her job, it was because she had always been the consummate professional, delivering results without fail. But the moment she crossed the line, Paul knew Titus wouldn’t hesitate to take action.

Feeling a sense of responsibility, Paul decided to give her a friendly warning. “Lena, I’ve already arranged a ride for you. Make sure you get home safe,” he said, his tone firm yet caring.

Lena’s eyes flickered with surprise. The alcohol had emboldened her, and she opened her mouth as if to say something profound, but Paul was quick to cut her off. “Lena, you’re tipsy. It’s best you go home and get some rest. Don’t let this disrupt your schedule for tomorrow.”

Lena stared at him, her mind clouded by the effects of the drinks, while Titus had already stepped outside. She blinked, feeling a sense of disorientation, and called out softly, “Paul?”

Paul sighed, his expression serious as he met her gaze. “Lena, I hope you can keep yourself in check. Remember who you are in this place. You’ve worked hard to build your reputation—don’t jeopardize it.”

But Lena was still lost in her thoughts, her mind swirling from the alcohol. On any other night, she would have heeded Paul’s warning and maintained her composure.

Yet tonight, rationality seemed to have abandoned her. “Paul, where did Mr. Goodman go?” she slurred, her voice tinged with confusion.

Paul stood there in silence, watching her, his thoughts racing. ‘Did she even hear a word I said?’ Whatever happened next was no longer his concern. He had done his part.

“That’s not for you to worry about. Just remember your position here,” he said bluntly. With that, he spotted the driver, relayed Lena’s address, and prepared to leave the scene.

In the car, Titus exchanged a meaningful glance with Paul.

Paul understood the unspoken message clearly. “Mr. Goodman, I just gave Lena a heads-up,” he informed him.

Titus eventually turned his gaze elsewhere, embodying the kind of boss who valued talent but drew a firm line when it came to crossing boundaries. Success or failure was ultimately up to the individual. “Let’s go pick up my wife,” he stated, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“Yes, Mr. Goodman,” Paul replied dutifully.

Meanwhile, Chiara, Queenie, and Eunice were still lost in their laughter and conversation when Paul’s call interrupted their moment.

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