The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1580

"Whoa, really?" Felicity's eyes went as wide as saucers, looking genuinely shocked.

"Yeah."

"That's just terrifying!" She rolled her eyes dramatically after her exclamation. "But, whatever. So what if I’m blacklisted? If no company hires me, I’ll just have my dad set me up with my own. I'll be my own boss!"

Silence fell.

Miles was at a loss for words.

This wasn’t how the script was supposed to go!

"As for the penalty fee, I've seen the contract. Triple the annual salary, right? I'll just have my dad wire it over!" She raised an eyebrow defiantly. "Anything else?"

"I… uh…"

"But you were right about one thing! Since I've submitted my resignation and you're not going to approve it, I might as well not bother. Thanks for the heads-up."

Felicity shut down her computer, grabbed her bag, and was ready to leave.

Fortunately, or unfortunately, Miles still had a grip on her arm. "Felicity, I just got transferred here and now you're quitting?"

"Yep! If you hadn't been transferred, I wouldn’t be quitting."

Her tactics of evading the issue and playing the victim had no effect on her!

"I won't do anything to you; I just wanted to be closer to you! Please don't quit, okay?"

"Not a chance! End of discussion." Felicity tried to wriggle free. "Let me go."

"If I let you go, you’ll just walk away."

Hence, he didn’t let go.

She was on the verge of laughing out of sheer frustration!

"Langston, where are your manners? Aren’t you supposed to be the cold, unreachable heartthrob that every girl dreams of? What's with this low move?"

Seeing his verbal skills failing him, Miles suddenly remembered a piece of advice from Abigail—sometimes, a kiss can solve everything!

He glanced at Felicity’s lips, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"If you don't behave, I might just kiss you!"

Silence.

Not because she was scared, but because…

Felicity thought Langston must've been possessed by some mischievous spirit.

"Crazy!"

Miles didn’t mind being called names. His fingers casually rested on the steering wheel, glancing at her. "Felicity, I haven’t stopped the renovation of our future home. Whether you want that house or not, I’ll make sure it’s finished."

"The wedding planner is still on hold, too. Nothing’s changed."

He was just waiting to whisk his bride away.

Felicity turned her face away, refusing to look at him. "Whatever, it's your money. Spend it however you like, but you don’t have to tell me!"

"You're the only woman I'll ever marry in this lifetime. If not you, who else should I tell?"

She clicked her tongue and glared at him again. "Who taught you to talk like this?"

He had never spoken like this before. Now, it seemed to be his new favorite line!

"No one taught me. I'm just speaking the truth."

In his eyes, reconciliation was inevitable.

As they drove, Miles suddenly mused aloud, "Do you think it’s possible that you’re already carrying our child?"

Coughing ensued.