บททั้งหมดของ FALLING FOR MY CEO BOSS : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

The sun had already begun to dip behind the skyline by the time they got back to the office. The mood in the car was quiet,less tense than before, but still heavy from everything that had gone down. As they stepped into the building, Maya walked a little behind Nathan and Jason, her thoughts lingering on the way Jayden yelled at her. The way Nathan pulled her close so she wouldn’t see the footage. The quiet comfort of his chest against her forehead when she needed to block it all out. Back inside, a few workers were still around, tidying up and getting ready to leave. Some offered polite nods. Maya tried to keep her face neutral, but Sophie spotted her immediately. She rushed over, eyes wide. “Maya! Oh my God, what happened?” Maya sighed, “It was him. Jayden. He tried to press charges, but the CCTV footage exposed everything.” Sophie’s expression changed instantly. “Wait, that was Jayden?” She lowered her voice. “People are talking, you know. About how the boss and Jason stormed

Later that night.... Nathan dropped Sophie off first. She stumbled out of the car, turned dramatically, and gave them both a slurred royal wave. “Goodniiiiight, my loyal subjects,” she said, giggling. Nathan chuckled. “Go inside before you fall asleep on the lawn.” She winked and whispered, “You guys better not kiss without me seeing,” before blowing a kiss and disappearing into her building. Maya burst out laughing, covering her face. “She’s so dramatic.” Nathan turned to her. “Your turn, Miss Secretary.” On the ride to her place, Maya got quieter sleepy, a little tipsy, but peaceful. When they pulled up, she stretched and fumbled for the door handle. “Thanks for tonight,” she mumbled, eyes half closed. “It was... really nice.” Nathan watched her carefully. “Get inside safe.” She nodded and walked up the steps, swaying a little. When she finally got in and closed the door, Nathan let out a breath and told the driver, “Let’s go.” -------- At the penthouse.... As soon as J

The group sat together, talking about random things. Jason shared a stupid story about the time he mistook expired mayonnaise for vanilla pudding. Ariel teased him mercilessly, while Maya kept refilling cups with juice and passing out small bowls of the snacks they brought. Sophie didn’t say much, but she was smiling and for Maya and Marcus, that was enough. They even put on a short, silly TikTok dance challenge, with Ariel dragging Maya into doing it and Sophie laughing so hard she had to hold her stomach. Jason stood back like he was too cool to join but ended up doing the worst dance of them all. Even Nathan cracked a smile. As the sky outside began to dim, the laughter settled into a quiet calm. Jason stood up first. “Alright. I think we should head out. You need rest.” Nathan nodded. “Yeah. We’ll check in tomorrow.” Ariel hugged Sophie gently. “If you need anything and I mean anything you call me. Or send smoke signals. Or whisper my name three times in a mirror.” “I’ll ke

Inside the dimly lit holding room, Nathan sat on the single metal chair, his hands clasped calmly on the table in front of him. His expression hadn’t changed much since he’d walked in steady, controlled, unbothered. The door creaked open, and an inspector stepped in. Mid-40s, heavyset, face twisted in irritation. He dropped a thick file on the table with a thud. “You want to tell me what you were thinking?” the inspector asked, pacing around the room. “A man is dead. Fake materials from your company killed him.” Nathan didn’t flinch. “I don’t know anything about that.” The inspector slammed his hand down on the metal surface, the sharp sound echoing through the room. “Confess!” Nathan raised a brow, cool as ever. “This isn’t how you speak to people like me. I’ve said what I know. Respect yourself.” “You think your money can save you?” the inspector spat. “I’ll make sure you’re punished. You’ll remember everything, whether you were involved or not.” Nathan tilted his head slight

“.....I am here. I’m Nathaniel Hawthorne’s lawyer.” Every head turned toward the courtroom doors as they creaked open. A tall woman in a sleek navy pantsuit strode in with composed elegance, her heels clicking crisply against the polished floor. She held a leather case in one hand, her ID in the other. “My name is Evelyn Boswell,” she continued, walking straight toward the front. “I apologize for the delay. My flight was late, and the city’s traffic wasn’t in my favor. But I’m here now. And I trust I’m not too late, Your Honor?” The judge, visibly taken aback by her sudden arrival, gave a slow nod, his gavel still raised mid-air. “You have five minutes, Counselor.” Evelyn wasted no time. She set her case down, opened a file, and stepped forward with sharp precision. “My client, Mr. Nathaniel Hawthorne, is being wrongly accused. Yes, the materials used in the construction site came from his company. But those materials were tampered with during transportation. I have proof.” She