All Chapters of MR. CEO, Your Wife Is Back!: Chapter 281 - Chapter 290

Rebecca stood in front of the mirror in her apartment. Her hair was loose, and her face looked tired. She had just returned from the hotel with Aric, and throughout the trip she had remained silent, pretending to be Ellya as usual.Not long after, the sound of the doorbell rang. Rebecca swallowed hard, straightened her posture, and opened the door. Standing before her were a middle-aged man and woman — Ellya’s father and mother.“Sweetheart, you’re back at the apartment,” her mother greeted warmly with a smile. “I was worried after the party last night. You looked so exhausted.”Rebecca forced a smile. “Yes, last night was really tiring, but I’m fine now.”Mr. Crawley studied her face. “You look pale, Ellya. Did Aric tire you out? We saw you two looked very close at the party last night.”Rebecca avoided his gaze. “No, Pa.”“Good,” her mother replied. “I’m glad to see you two happy. Aric is a good man — polite, and with a bright future.”Rebecca looked down at the floor, her heart bea

A few days later, in the Crawley family apartment.Mr. Louis sat in his study with a stiff expression, staring at the laptop screen showing a sharply declining stock chart.“Down ten percent overnight…” he muttered quietly. “How could this happen?”He massaged his temples. Just yesterday afternoon, Crawley Group’s stock price was still stable. But this morning, the entire market was in an uproar. Crawley Group’s shares had plummeted by ten percent, causing investors to begin withdrawing their funds.Moments later, the study door opened. Mrs. Catrine entered, looking panicked. “Louis! I just got a call from the finance department. They said we also lost the big project tender to a company from Korea! What does this mean?”Louis let out a heavy sigh. “I’m still finding out. All our financial data suddenly became a mess. Several files disappeared from the system, and the IT team hasn’t found the cause.”“Disappeared?” Catrine almost screamed. “You’re joking, right? If the financial repor

The atmosphere in the Crawley family’s apartment was still tense. Aric came to visit with a grim expression. The moment he entered the living room, he was greeted by Louis and Catrine, who both looked exhausted.“Ellya,” Aric called softly as he saw Rebecca coming down the stairs. “I came to talk about the company.”Rebecca only gave a small smile.Aric sat down on the long sofa and took a deep breath. “I’ve tried to check the company’s financial condition, Uncle Louis. But… I have to be honest. We can’t help this time.”Louis, who had been sitting in silence staring blankly, immediately lifted his head. “Can’t help?”Aric nodded slowly. “Our company itself is in a difficult position. One of our overseas branches was also hit by the market impact. If we insist on providing financial support to Crawley Group, our own company could collapse.”Catrine reacted quickly. “So, you came here just to say you can’t help?”Aric loo

The room was still silent when the door slowly opened.Catrine stepped in carefully, carrying a glass of warm milk in her hand. She looked at her daughter, who was sitting quietly on the edge of the bed, still wearing the same clothes since that afternoon. Ellya’s face — or rather Rebecca’s within Ellya’s body — looked pale, her eyes swollen as if she had just cried.“Sweetheart…” Catrine’s voice was soft, almost trembling. “May I sit here?”Rebecca glanced briefly, then nodded slightly. “Please, Ma.”Catrine sat beside her, placing the glass of milk on the small table next to the bed. She sighed, looking at her daughter’s downcast face.“I’m sorry if your father was too harsh earlier,” Catrine said softly. “He’s just… under too much pressure, dear. The company is truly on the brink of collapse.”Rebecca stayed silent. She played with the edge of the blanket in her hands, pretending to be upset and sad at the same time.“Your father didn’t do this because he doesn’t care about you,” C

The lights along the street of the nightclub flickered, casting reflections of red and purple on the bar windows crowded with drunken people. The music thumped loudly, but in a dim corner of the room, Aric sat alone, his head lowered over the table. Several empty bottles of liquor were scattered in front of him.A waiter approached him, looking uncertain. “Young Master Aric, should I—”“Bring more!” Aric cut him off with a hoarse voice. “The most expensive alcohol! Now!”The waiter froze for a moment, then quickly nodded before hurrying away. Aric rubbed his face roughly, his eyes red from alcohol and the anger building inside him.“Ellya…” he muttered softly, barely audible beneath the pounding music. “You really left me just like that, huh?”He gave a crooked laugh, the sound bitter. “Tch, stupid woman. I could’ve given you anything. Money, power, status! But you chose to agree to an arranged marriage with Samuel Wilson, that old man?”The waiter returned with another bottle, settin