The Forgotten CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

The morning sun filtered gently through the tall windows of the Lee Group, casting a golden glow across the polished floors. Jacyn settled at her desk, humming softly as she organized her files. Liam glanced over at her from his leather chair. To anyone else, his expression was unreadable, but Jacyn caught the faint softening around his eyes."Busy day ahead," Jawn Ng announced, entering the room and neatly arranging a stack of reports on Liam’s desk before handing over the main agenda.Jacyn peeked over the top of her open ledger, a teasing glint in her eyes. "When is it not a busy day, Jawn?"Liam’s brow arched as he looked up from the papers, his eyes shifting from Jawn straight to Jacyn. “I didn’t realize my schedule was a joint discussion, Miss Jacyn.”She turned her grin to him, twirling her pen between her fingers. “Just making sure Jawn isn't letting you overwork yourself. Think of it as a bonus feature of having me around.”“Is that so?” Liam leaned back, a faint, knowing smi

The day at Lee Group had finally ended, but the night was only beginning.After finishing up her tasks on the top floor, Jacyn grabbed her bag, stepped into the private executive elevator, and rode it down to the ground floor. But the moment the doors slid open into the massive, high-ceilinged main lobby, she froze.Standing near the glass revolving doors was a tall figure. His stride was slow and completely unhurried as he turned to face her, wearing a warm smile that didn't quite reach his sharp eyes.“Miss Jacyn,” Xueqin Yan greeted smoothly, his voice easily carrying across the quiet marble room. “It’s been far too long. Allow me to properly introduce myself this time.”Jacyn blinked, caught off guard. His presence was undeniably striking, but she felt absolutely no pull toward him. She tightened her grip on her bag and straightened her posture, her tone polite but completely cool. “Mr. Yan. I appreciate the gesture, but I’m just heading home. Coffee invitations really aren’t on m

The morning coffee at the executive desk was usually a quiet affair, but today, Jacyn was on a mission."Young Master Lee," she said, marching into Liam’s private office without knocking, holding a massive, neon-pink binder. "I have compiled a comprehensive, foolproof strategy for the upcoming cross-border merger. It involves exactly fifty-two color-coded tabs and a very aggressive timeline."Liam looked up from his tablet, his expression unreadable, though the faint twitch at the corner of his lips betrayed him. "Fifty-two tabs, Miss Lou? Isn't that a bit excessive for a preliminary brief?""A true professional is never under-tabbed," Jacyn countered smoothly, leaning over his desk to place the binder down. As she did, her sleeve caught on his heavy fountain pen, knocking it off the mahogany surface.Both of them reached for it at the same time.Their fingers brushed—her warm, nimble hand wrapping over his cool, steady knuckles. A sudden, sharp jolt of electricity snapped through Jac

The aftermath of the gala was quiet, heavy, and drenched in a dull, lingering pain that seemed to seep directly out of the villa's walls.Liam had carried Jacyn out of the hotel through a private exit, ignoring the flashing cameras of the press. He hadn't spoken a single word during the entire drive back to Lee Villa. His focus had been entirely on her—on the way her small hands wouldn't stop shaking, and how she clung to his jacket as if the fabric were the only thing keeping her anchored to the earth.Once they were upstairs, he didn't leave her side for a single second. He didn't change out of his clothes. He simply discarded his heavy tuxedo jacket, rolled up the sleeves of his white shirt, and sat in the armchair beside her bed. For hours, through the dead of night and into the gray dawn, he watched her fitful sleep. Every time she whimpered or flinched from the fading echoes of those phantom gunshots, his grip on her hand would tighten, silently reminding her subconscious that h

Slowly, Jacyn pulled back just enough to look up into his face, her thumb lightly brushing the back of his hand. "You hold me like you're trying to shield me from a storm, Liam, but the storm is inside you. What did that message say?"Liam looked down into her clear, trusting eyes. She had sharpened her claws over the last three months, memorized corporate law, and prepared herself to face her uncle Wang Lou in the boardroom. She thought she was fighting a greedy relative for a corporate throne. She didn't know she was walking into a room with a murderer who had partnered with the very syndicate they were trying to uncover.He couldn't tell her. Not yet. If she discovered the horrific truth right now, the raw trauma would break her focus right before the final battle. He needed her to stand proud and unshakeable at that board meeting."It's just a final update from our legal proxies regarding the Lou Group's upcoming annual election," Liam lied smoothly, his voice effortlessly masking