All Chapters of After Divorcing My Ex-Husband, I became His Boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Hannah's POV:Adam’s eyes were on me the entire time, heavy, relentless, like he was trying to read my every thought. And I hated that a part of me kept noticing.The moment Richard slid into the seat beside me, I felt Adam’s gaze on the back of my neck. It wasn’t just a look—it was a weight, hot and steady, like he was trying to drill a hole through me.Richard, of all people.Back in college, he and I had barely crossed paths outside of classes. I had been too focused on grades and… on Hayes. My circle was so small then it could barely be called a circle at all. Richard had been just another familiar face, polite but distant. Seeing him here was unexpected—but not unpleasant.Still, I could feel Adam’s eyes narrowing with every polite word Richard offered me. Every time Richard smiled, Adam’s stare grew sharper, hotter, angrier. It was almost distracting enough to make me stumble over my own words. I had to force myself to stop glancing at Adam, but resisting wasn’t easy.The summit

Hannah's POV:I didn’t know why, but the moment Adam leaned closer, I shut my eyes.I braced myself for something reckless—something dangerous.But instead of feeling his lips, I felt the brush of his fingers against my cheek.Startled, I opened my eyes. Adam’s hand lingered there, gentle. “You had an eyelash,” he said simply, flicking it away.My heart dropped. Disappointment—sharp and ridiculous—flooded through me.Get a grip, Hannah.I forced myself to smile, as if it didn’t matter. “Oh. Thanks.”Inside, I was scolding myself. Why did I even expect more? This was Adam. The man I should be keeping at arm’s length, not… leaning into.Still, my chest ached as I turned back to the movie.Onscreen, Julia Stiles began her teary monologue, listing all the things she hated about Heath Ledger’s character. My throat tightened. I tried to focus on the words, but Adam’s voice cut through my thoughts.“So,” he said suddenly, turning toward me. “What are ten things you hate about me?”I froze. “

Hannah’s POV:The flowers arrived at my office in a glass vase. White lilies, elegant and understated, their fragrance subtle but impossible to ignore. A small card sat nestled among them: *To brighter days. – Adam.*I stared at them far too long. My first thought was to toss them into the trash. Not because I disliked them, but because they meant something I wasn’t ready to face. But instead of throwing them away, I set them at the corner of my desk. Close enough to see, far enough to pretend they didn’t matter.My chest felt too tight, my thoughts too loud. For the hundredth time, I told myself not to think of California. Not to think of his smile, his steady voice, the way he looked at me as if I was more than the shattered girl I saw in the mirror.And yet… every time I closed my eyes, I was back there. His hand brushing against mine in the crowd. The weight of his jacket around my shoulders. The fire in his eyes when I asked him to stay. And that kiss—the one that burned through

Hannah's POV:Sometimes, emotions sneak up on you when you least expect them. I was staring out of the window of Adam's room, watching the sun dip below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and purple. As beautiful as it was, I felt an ache in my chest that had nothing to do with the view. It was the weight of my past creeping back in, a constant reminder of why I struggled to open my heart again.“Are you okay, Hannah?” Adam’s voice broke my reverie. He was seated at the small desk across the room, immersed in his laptop. But the way he looked at me—intense, curious—made me feel seen. “You’ve been quiet since dinner.”I turned to face him, forcing a smile that didn’t quite reach my eyes. “Yeah, just… thinking.”He closed his laptop and leaned back in his chair, giving me his full attention. “Thinking about Hayes?” The mention of his name sent a shiver down my spine, unearthing memories I fought so hard to bury.“Sort of.” I hesitated, unsure if I wanted to delve deep into

Hannah’s POV:The more I tried to convince myself this was just another outing, the more my heart betrayed me—reminding me that tonight wasn’t business, wasn’t duty. It was him and me, and that made all the difference.It was another date night that Adam planned and this time it was at a museum exhibition.The evening air was crisp when Adam and I stepped out of the car. The glass walls of the museum glowed against the night, warm lights spilling onto the wide stone steps. I held onto my coat tighter, less because of the cold and more because I needed something to ground myself.This wasn’t like the tech summit in California. It wasn’t like being stuck in one room, with awkward silences and electric touches that ended in something I hadn’t expected, yet hadn’t regretted. No, this was… deliberate. Adam had called it a “museum exhibit,” but even I knew better. This was a date.And my nerves wouldn’t let me forget it.Adam walked half a step ahead, holding the tickets he’d reserved. Calm