บททั้งหมดของ The Grumpy Ceo's Sweetheart : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The drive to the airport was smooth. Dorothy kept smiling to herself as she gazed out the window. However, her smile slowly faded when she felt someone's eyes on her. Turning to the side, she met Stefan's steady gaze.Clearing her throat, Dorothy said, "I'm really excited about this trip to Paris. I've never traveled by air before, and I think it must be amazing." She explained enthusiastically, but it was all in vain as Stefan simply looked away.Dorothy couldn't help but make faces at him.The car came to a halt as they arrived at the airport."We're here," the driver announced. Griffin stepped out and helped Stefan while Dorothy got out on her own."The airport looks even better than it does in magazines," she said with a smile, taking in the surroundings.Griffin wheeled Stefan forward, and Dorothy immediately ran after them. The security guards followed behind with their luggage. Upon entering, Dorothy noticed the place was nearly empty, with only a few people around who greeted

"What about me?" Stefan asked casually.Dorothy wasn’t dreaming—he was talking. She rubbed her eyes thoroughly, but he was still there. He was standing tall, and he talked... He just freaking talked.Dorothy nearly passed out on her bed. She wanted Stefan to get better, but this was too sudden—it scared her.As Stefan moved closer, she inched even farther back, almost pressing herself against the wall. She wished she could disappear into it.Stefan stood there, staring at her quietly while she silently begged the wall to swallow her."You were right," he said, and she blinked, staring at him in confusion.Stefan stepped forward again, but she quickly pointed at him, signaling him to stay back."A crippled person doesn’t just suddenly walk overnight. I could believe it if you were only talking, but you’re standing. Have you been faking your injury?" Dorothy asked, her eyes searching his for answers, but he gave nothing away.She realized how ridiculous her question sounded. She remembe

Dorothy bit her lip, intertwining her fingers as her face reddened even more. “If this is too much, I’ll scrap it—”“It’s not too much at all,” Stefan cut her off.Dorothy looked up at him as he continued.“Nothing is ever too much as long as you want it. I’ll take care of everything,” Stefan assured her, and Dorothy couldn’t help but smile widely. She couldn’t believe she would be visiting the Seine River soon.“Make sure you’re ready tonight. Griffin will bring you a laptop so you can order any outfit of your choice,” Stefan said.“Really?” Dorothy’s face lit up. She had thought she was asking for too much when she made the request.Stefan reached out and gently touched her face. His touch was so soft that it made every system in Dorothy’s body momentarily shut down.“Remember, nothing is ever too much when it comes to you,” he repeated, staring deeply into her eyes. Dorothy nodded like she was spellbound, but when she noticed him leaning forward, she instinctively covered his lips

Griffin walked into Stefan's office. "Mr. Stefan, you sent for me. Is everything alright?" he asked, his brows furrowing with concern.Stefan was busy on his laptop. He paused and looked at Griffin for a moment before gesturing toward the chair opposite him.Griffin stared at Stefan, puzzled. He didn’t think he had ever sat down for a conversation with him before, but now, he was getting a special invite. Carefully, he took a seat, still giving Stefan a curious and slightly worried look.Stefan slid his laptop toward Griffin. The screen displayed pictures of three young women. Griffin couldn’t help but twitch his eyes in confusion as he stared at them, wondering why Stefan was showing him pictures of women."Which one do you like more?" Stefan asked, leaning back on the couch.Griffin was taken aback by the question. "I'm not sure, Mr. Stefan. Why are you asking me this? I thought you were happy with the young mistress?" he asked, looking visibly stressed.Stefan shook his head. "They

Tasha smirked when she saw Dorothy sit opposite her, but her smirk immediately shifted to a worried, gentle expression—one that Dorothy found instantly unsettling."Dorothy, you're here already. I thought you weren’t going to show up, and I got anxious, so I ordered an orange juice before you what to you want some?," Tasha said, raising the glass of juice to Dorothy's face. She did so gently yet manipulatively and Dorothy knew she should be careful "Cut to the chase. What do you want from me?" Dorothy asked, her expression serious and unamused."Nothing, I promise. I just..." Tasha sniffled, opening her fancy little purse and pulling out a handkerchief to gently dab her teary eyes. "I just want to be close to my family again... I don’t want to fight anymore. And I’ve been thinking—you’re a good person. I shouldn’t have conspired with your mother to force you into marrying Stefan against your will," she said, crying.Dorothy stared at her, still feeling confused. "What do you want exa