Semua Bab Oops! I Left With The CEO's Heart: Bab 61 - Bab 70

ALEXI could feel my heart pounding in my chest as I waited. Her silence was unbearable, making it feel like there was no air left in the room.Emma didn’t look at me at first. Her eyes were fixed on a spot near the fireplace. But finally, she looked back at me and gave the faintest nod.“Yes,” she said softly. “I forgive you, Alex.”My throat tightened instantly. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I had heard her right. My heart felt like it had stopped. Then started again at twice the pace.“You don’t know...” My voice cracked, and I had to swallow hard. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to hear you say those words, Emma. I’ve hated myself for what I did to you every single day. And now...”I trailed off, overcome with emotions. With any other person, I would've put on my most stoic mask. But with her, I didn't care. I wanted her to see all the things I was feeling.“Thank you,” I breathed, the words tumbling out. “Thank you, Emma. I swear to you, I’ll do everything I can to make it

I pulled up in front of my parents’ house just before nine. Tessa had gone over to their house, and the three of them were waiting in front of the door.“Alright, spill,” Tessa said, sliding into the front passenger seat before I could say anything. “Apart from Emma's return, what exactly are we about to find out?”Mum sat behind me, gripping the back of my seat. “Yes, Alexander. You’ve been terribly mysterious, and I don’t appreciate it. You know I hate to be kept in suspense.”I just laughed and kept driving, ignoring the barrage of questions the rest of the way. My heart was racing, but it wasn’t from anxiety. It was from the sheer anticipation of seeing it all finally come together.The Richards’ residence came into view. My parents and Tessa seemed like they couldn't get out of the car fast enough. We didn't have to ring the doorbell because it opened immediately to reveal Aunt Luisa with a warm smile on her face.“Oh, Luisa,” my mother said. The two of them hugged before Aunt Lu

EMMA“I’m not hungry,” my father's voice carried softly through the bedroom door.“You’ve had just one spoon, Alden,” my mother replied, her tone patient but fraying around the edges. “That’s not even nearly enough. One spoon of chicken noodle soup won’t hold you till dinner, Alden.”“I already had some chips,” Dad said.“Potato chips are not food.”I closed my eyes for a moment before lifting my knuckles and knocking gently.The quiet argument stilled. A beat passed before Mum’s voice called, “Come in.”I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Dad was sitting up in bed, his back propped by two large pillows, a tray table across his thighs. A bowl of soup sat untouched on the tray. It was a classic American chicken noodle, the kind Father always loved, with extra saltines on the side.Now, though, he was just staring at it like it was something foreign. His skin looked pale. His lips were dry. And his

EMMAAfter that awful scene in the bedroom, I’d worried my father wouldn’t be able to stomach anything for the rest of the night. But the anti-nausea drugs he took helped, and he’d managed to eat more than a few bites of dinner and drink some lukewarm chamomile tea.It was nowhere close to how he used to eat before, but I was glad that he didn't throw up again. Immediately after dinner, my parents had gone up to their bedroom so Dad could rest well and prepare himself for another session of chemotherapy tomorrow.Sighing, I set the plate I'd just rinsed on its rack. The househelps had been willing to do the dishes as usual, but I had insisted on doing it myself. It had helped to take my mind off things.Wiping my hand with a napkin, I walked back into the hall to the living room where Celia was sitting, typing something on her laptop. Before I could sit down, the doorbell rang.“I’ll get it,” Celia said, beginning to set her laptop aside.

ALEXI was in my office reviewing some files when there was a knock. Without waiting for my call, the door opened and the person stepped in.I knew only one person who did that, so I didn't bother to look up.“Tony,” I muttered, flipping a page on the file.“Awn, I mean so much to you that you've even memorized my scent,” he said as he strolled in.Then he dropped himself into one of the chairs across from my desk like he owned it. “You need to hear what I overheard at the reception.”I looked up, pinching the bridge of my nose. “Do I?”He grinned. “Oh yes, you’ll want to hear this one. I heard three of your employees discussing that ever since you came back from your little getaway in Spain, you’ve been greeting people and smiling and saying good morning. And everybody is getting freaked out by it.”He barked out a laugh like this was the funniest thing he'd ever heard as he continued, “They’re trying to figure out if Alex Miller 'The Ogre' was replaced with Prince Charming.”I let o