บททั้งหมดของ Bound by the CEO: Torn by Lies: บทที่ 51 - บทที่ 60

It was lunchtime at school, and as always, Kaiden insisted on buying Kailani lunch. She hardly came to the cafeteria, but now she did, and she usually shared a table with him."You haven’t given me your number yet. I noticed you weren’t using your laptop like everyone else. What’s going on?" Kaiden asked.Kailani met his gaze briefly. "I don’t have one," she replied simply.Kaiden found the reply amusing and laughed. "Is that supposed to be a joke?""You don’t know there are people who don’t own electronic gadgets?" she tilted her head, wondering where in the world he was from.Kaiden shrugged. He was raised by a wealthy mother and attended a private high school in Gisborne with only rich kids. He wasn’t used to the other side of the world. "This is my first time," he admitted. "How come you don’t have a gadget? Everyone in our class does. Did you break yours?""It’s a complicated story, Kaiden. Can we not talk about it?""If you’re uncomfortable talking

Eureka sat behind her large office desk, her eyes fixed on her laptop as she reviewed the collections sent by her lead designer. The telephone rang, distracting her. As she picked up the call, her secretary’s voice came through.“I don’t need visitors, Ruth. What is it?” Eureka snapped. “When I give instructions, I expect you to follow them.”“I’m deeply sorry, Ma’am. He’s insisting on seeing you,” Ruth said.“And who the hell is that?”“Mr. Blackwood, Ma’am.”Eureka’s stomach twisted at the mention of the name. She sat in silence, pondering what to do.“Are you there, Ma’am?”“Send him in,” she finally said and ended the call. She took a deep breath, brushed her hair back with her hands, sat upright, and glanced at her reflection in the mirror. “Now you’re being self-conscious,” she muttered, recalling her words to Kaiden, prompting a small smile.“Come in,” she responded to the soft knock on the door.“Hello, Miss Bennett,” Raymond greeted, walk

Kaiden was in the principal’s office when Eureka rushed in. The principal had insisted that his mother be present before giving his verdict.“Son, what did you do?” Eureka asked.“You should have called me. You didn’t have to hurry,” Kaiden said nonchalantly, reclining on the visitor’s chair like he was the vice principal.“Good day, sir,” Eureka greeted the principal.“Good day, Miss Bennett. Please, have a seat,” the principal offered, and Eureka sat beside Kaiden, glancing at him to see if he was hurt.“Are you okay, son?” she asked, just to be sure.“I’m okay,” he replied.Aveline was sent for, and she returned with her arm strapped after visiting the school’s infirmary.“Look at what your son did to my daughter a couple of minutes ago,” the principal began, pointing at Aveline, who took a seat as her legs buckled.Eureka gasped. “What? Kaiden, why would you do that?”“He should be happy she’s not comatose,” Kaiden said as he glanced at Av

It was finally Saturday, and Eureka felt restless. Kaiden was still upset with her for telling Kailani to stay away from him, but that wasn’t her biggest problem. She had woken up with a churning stomach and a persistent lump in her throat. The thought of going out with Mr. Blackwood unsettled her. She sat at her desk, sketchbook open, pencil in hand, but her mind kept drifting back to him.“Why don’t you remember me, Eureka?"His words echoed in her head as if he were standing right beside her, repeating them over and over. “He knows who I am,” she thought, setting her pencil down and focusing on her thoughts. “What if he could help me remember? What if he’s the key to regaining my memory? But how does he know me? Who was he to me? And why do I feel strange whenever I hear his name?”A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts.“Come in,” she said.Mildred entered, her arms clasped behind her back as usual. “Miss Bennett, I think you need to talk to Kaiden. I don’t like how

“Have a nice day, gentlemen,” Eureka said, standing up and picking up her handbag. She had just concluded a meeting with some of her new investors. “Same to you, Miss Bennett,” two of the investors responded, except for the third, who requested to speak with her privately. Mr. David Mathews was a tall, athletic, and lanky CEO of a multinational textile company. Throughout the meeting, Eureka couldn’t help but notice the piercing glances he sent her way. He was also the first to support her proposal and had promised to provide immense support for her upcoming campaign. “What’s this meeting about, Mr. Mathews?” Eureka asked, trying to sound polite, though she disliked being pulled aside like this. “I’ll get straight to the point, Miss Bennett. This isn’t another business discussion,” he said, his piercing eyes locking onto hers. Eureka was forced to look away. “I’m stating the obvious. You’re enchanting, and it takes everything in a man not to fall for you at first sight. I’d love to