Lahat ng Kabanata ng CEO Wants Me: Heiress Has Risen Again!: Kabanata 141 - Kabanata 150

Rhea's Pov “I…” I wanted to say something. To comfort him. Truth to be told, the emotions in his voice was making me a little bit uncomfortable but at the same time, I was happy. I was really so happy with the fact that I was loved and that no matter what position I was in, someone made the choice to love me. Alaric slowly took away his hands from my shoulders, probably because I took too long to reply. Just before his hands were completely removed, I snatched one of his palms in my hand and looked at him seriously, not a hint of joking in my gaze. “Do you want to marry me?” I questioned. He blinked, “What?” “I mean, what date should we get married since we've already been engaged for a long time. Do you want to set the date now? How about we go to your mom to confirm the date first so that we can…” “Hold on a minute.” Alaric raised his free hand up, he looked confused, “Rhea, do you have a fever or something?” “What are you saying? You confessed to me that you loved me. You al

Alaric's Pov “You caused it, you menace.”She let out a dramatic gasp, pulling back just enough for me to see her exaggeratedly wide eyes, “Me?!” She exclaimed, her voice still laced with that teasing mischief, “I didn’t do anything wrong, Alaric! I was simply proving my affections, as requested!”Despite the rather acute discomfort radiating from my lower regions, a genuine laugh bubbled up from my chest, deep and unrestrained. It felt good, liberating. “You’re right.” I conceded, still chuckling, burying my face back into her hair, “You did nothing wrong. It’s just… my self-control seems to have a habit of going completely out the window whenever you’re around, Rhea. Especially now.”She snuggled closer, her warmth a comforting weight against me, “But you’ve been such a perfect gentleman around me, Alaric.” She murmured, her voice soft, almost purring, “Always so composed. So… proper.”I scoffed, a fond exasperation in the sound, “Proper? You truly haven’t been paying attention, h

Alaric's Pov “Richard? He's the one who caused the accident?” Rhea's voice was a shocked whisper, confirming her disbelief at the accusation I'd just laid at my father’s feet. “It's a speculation, but knowing my father and his goals that involve using Xander as a pawn, I would say that he's the one.” My gaze was distant, seeing not the hospital room but the intricate, dangerous game my father constantly played, “After that day we first saw Xander, I pondered on your words. When you told me that it was better that I used Xander and kept him close to me rather than just get rid of whatever feelings he had towards me. And in the end, I figured that what you said was right. Xander was just a person who was trying to make himself look seen to others and not live under the shadow of someone else. He didn’t deserve to be used as a pawn and thrown away.” I paused, a grim satisfaction settling over me despite Xander's current state, “So, I decided to support him from behind the shadows.

Alaric's Pov A small, sad smile touched my lips, “I know.” I leaned in, my gaze dropping to her lips. This was a public place, but after what we’d been through, after what we’d confessed, I didn’t care. I needed that connection, that tangible reminder of what I was fighting for. My lips found hers, a slow, tender kiss that was a stark contrast to the explosive one we’d shared earlier. She responded with equal tenderness, her hand briefly touching my jaw. When we finally pulled apart, our eyes lingered, holding a wealth of unspoken words. “Go.” I urged softly, pulling away, “And focus on your classes. I’ll handle everything else. She nodded, a reluctant sigh escaping her lips. She opened the door, stepped out of the car, and watched as I drove away. I kept her in my rearview mirror until she disappeared into the throngs of students, then my foot pressed harder on the accelerator. The drive to the company headquarters was swift, propelled by a renewed sense of urgency. The towerin

Rhea's Pov “Miss Rhea, the deal has been sealed. The management is waiting for you in the meeting room.” Fiona said to me over the phone. “I'm almost at the office, give me a few minutes." I replied to her and disconnected the call. Ten minutes later, the car was parked in the garage and when we reached the main entrance of the building where my office was located, a frown creased my brow. A large, plain brown box sat directly in front of the glass doors, looking completely out of place. It was about the size of a microwave oven, and already, a faint, sickly odor was wafting from it.“What is that?” I muttered, slowing my steps. The smell was unsettling, like something had spoiled, but with an underlying, metallic tang.A few other office workers were eyeing the box nervously, keeping their distance, “I don’t know, Miss Rhea.” One of the receptionists stammered, “It just… appeared a few minutes ago. No one saw who put it there.”“Has anyone touched it?” I asked, my voice sharper tha