When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 67

**TITLE: Silent Roads Remember by Sawyer**

**Chapter 67**

As Chiara slid into the car, a rush of warmth enveloped her as Titus swiftly pulled her into his embrace, effortlessly settling her on his lap. The moment Paul shut the door, sealing them in their own little world, Queenie and Eunice were left to witness the unexpected display of affection.

Queenie’s eyes widened in shock, her lips pressed tightly together as they drove away, the sight of them lingering in her mind. After what felt like an eternity, she finally broke the silence. “Mr. Goodman really seems to like Chiara,” she said, her voice laced with a mix of astonishment and curiosity.

Eunice, not one to be easily impressed, rolled her eyes, a cold, mocking laugh escaping her lips. “If Titus actually knew what liking someone meant, pigs would be flying,” she retorted, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

“Huh?” Queenie blinked, her confusion evident as she tried to process Eunice’s words.

Noticing the bewilderment on Queenie’s face, Eunice smirked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Wait a minute, aren’t you his secretary? Isn’t that just a fancy title for being his little side piece—the one named Elaine?”

Queenie’s mouth dropped open, disbelief washing over her. “No way, seriously?” she gasped, her mind racing to grasp the implications of Eunice’s insinuation.

“Why not? Don’t tell me you’ve never met Elaine,” Eunice shot back, her tone challenging.

Queenie fell silent, her mind flickering back to the fleeting encounters she had with Elaine—two brief moments that felt like a lifetime ago. The first was when she had accompanied Titus and Paul to a meeting; the second was a chance encounter at the office, where Elaine had exuded an air of confidence that had left Queenie feeling small.

Eunice, observing the myriad of expressions flitting across Queenie’s face, reached out and gave her shoulder a supportive pat. “Listen, Titus is the ultimate player. He’s got one hand in his bowl while eyeing the pot on the stove. Trust me, he’s trouble. You’d do well to remember that.”

Queenie was left speechless, the weight of Eunice’s words pressing down on her. Yet, she couldn’t shake the image of Titus’s strong arm encircling Chiara’s waist, holding her close in a way that felt both possessive and protective.

‘Honestly, it seriously looked like he was really into her,’ Queenie thought, her mind racing. “Wait, what if this is all just a misunderstanding?” she asked, her heart beginning to race with unease.

‘Is Mr. Goodman really cheating?’ she pondered, feeling a wave of dizziness wash over her. ‘Seriously? For real?’ But as Elaine’s name echoed in her thoughts, Queenie’s confidence began to waver.

Her curiosity ignited once more. “Wait, does Chiara know about this?”

Eunice merely shrugged, her expression nonchalant. “She knows.”

Once again, Queenie was left reeling, her mind struggling to process this new information.

Eunice, not intending to divulge everything, casually tossed out a question, “So, you’ve never actually caught Titus and Elaine being all mushy together?”

Queenie shook her head vigorously. “No, not really. I’ve only run into Ms. Jensen twice—once when I had to deliver something to her, and the other was just randomly at the office.”

Eunice snorted dismissively. “Figures—he’s got stealth skills for sure.”

Still skeptical, Queenie pressed on. “But seriously, why does everyone think Titus is messing around with Ms. Jensen?”

Eunice shook her head, her expression serious. “Honestly, knowing too much won’t do you any favors. Come on, I’ll get you home.”

Queenie’s curiosity gnawed at her, but she reminded herself that this was way above her pay grade when it came to office gossip.

Inside the car, Titus held Chiara firmly by the nape of her neck, his lips crashing against hers in a passionate kiss that left no room for hesitation. Paul, the ever-dutiful driver, didn’t dare steal a glance; instead, he lowered the partition, keeping his focus strictly on the road ahead.

Chiara squirmed, instinctively trying to resist the wave of desire that swept over her, but it felt futile. Eventually, she surrendered to the moment, her body relaxing against his.

Her eyes drifted sideways, landing on a button that had popped loose and fallen onto the seat. She stared at it blankly, feeling as if she were in a trance. What was happening to Titus lately? His sudden intensity was both thrilling and bewildering.

As he continued to kiss her with fervor, Chiara grasped his wrist, feeling the rapid pulse beneath her fingertips. “No,” she said, her voice low but firm, as she attempted to regain some semblance of control.

Titus had been yearning for this kiss since dawn broke, his eyes burning with a dark, insatiable desire as he gazed at her.

Chiara shot him a quick, startled glance, her heart racing as she reminded him, “We’re in a car.”

Titus was typically not the type to push boundaries, but with Chiara, it was as if he was unable to restrain himself.

His gaze lingered on her shoulder and the elegant curve of her neck, his finger tracing the outline of her lips with a slow, deliberate touch. When he spoke, his voice was a low, gravelly whisper, thick with longing. “You don’t want to try it right here in the car?”

Paul pressed down harder on the gas, the car speeding ahead. In Halinston, this vehicle was a familiar sight; as it picked up speed, other drivers instinctively made way for it.

While many Rolls-Royces cruised through Halinston, Titus’s car was distinctively personalized. Everyone in the city recognized it.

What usually took forty minutes was reduced to less than twenty, and they arrived home in a flash. The moment the car came to a halt, Chiara flung the door open and dashed into the villa as if chased by a pack of wolves.

Titus raised an eyebrow, observing her hurried retreat. Once he reached the front door, all urgency dissipated. This house was his kingdom, and everyone inside was under his rule. With his hands casually shoved in his pockets, Titus strolled up the steps, exuding an air of confidence.

Lindsay glanced at them as they entered, one after the other, and called out a cheerful greeting. “Welcome back, sir, ma’am! Should I whip up some snacks for you? It’s getting late,” she offered, a warm smile on her face.

It was nearly 9:30 already.

Chiara barely registered Lindsay’s words; her mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as she hurried upstairs, her heart racing. Titus narrowed his eyes and drawled, “Have some milk ready for Mrs. Goodman in an hour.”

Lindsay, having witnessed the tension, instantly grasped the unspoken command. “Yes, sir.”

*****

As soon as Chiara shut the door to her room, her heartbeat quickened. ‘Why do I get the feeling tonight’s gonna spell trouble for me?’ she thought uneasily.

In truth, she didn’t mind getting physical with Titus—in fact, every time he touched her, it left her breathless. But tonight, his behavior felt different, charged with an intensity that made her anxious.

Chiara clenched her jaw, grabbed her pajamas, and made her way to the bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, she stared at the sanitary pads tucked neatly inside the drawer, her eyes flickering with a mix of nerves and uncertainty.

When Titus stepped into the bedroom and realized she was absent, he caught the soft sounds emanating from the bathroom.

When it came to intimacy, Titus had always been consistent. Even during his busiest weeks, he ensured they spent quality time together at least once a week, or twice a month at the very least if work piled up.

Every now and then, a surge of passion would ignite between them, but he always managed to maintain control over his desires. Lately, however, he seemed more on edge than ever before.