All Chapters of Traded to my Husband's CEO Boss : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

YVONNE'S P.O.VA week isn't particularly short.Unless you're responsible for planning the itinerary of a two-week annual employee retreat on a private island, then suddenly, five days feels like five hours or less.SilverThorn Luxury Group had been in a constant state of organized chaos since Monday morning. It's Friday now, but we're still neck-deep in work.“You sure you won't use another cup of coffee? I'm heading to the cafeteria,” Craig offered, balancing a thick stack of folders against his hipsI didn't even bother looking up from the color-coded schedule spread across my desk. “I'm one cup of coffee more from landing in the E.R” Craig laughed “You're making jokes now Yvie, that's good”I felt my lips stretched into a small smile, although the week has been nothing short of hectic, I've been feeling much more...lighter...Happier than everAnd it has everything to do with the rooftop date last weekend Craig shifted the folders onto my already overcrowded desk with a groan. “A

YVONNE'S P.O.VI was excited. So excited that it should have been embarrassing.All my years working at SilverThorn Luxury Group, I had never once attended one of the company's annual employee retreats.There had always been a reason, and that reason had always been Edgar.Whether it was because he suddenly needed me home, because he had made other plans for us that never happened, or simply because he didn't like the idea of me spending two weeks with him on a retreat, somehow I had always ended up declining the invitation.Back then, I had convinced myself it was a sacrifice every wife made. Now, I realized I had simply been shrinking my own world to fit inside his.This year, everything is different. I was free, I am freeFree to be excited over something as simple as a vacation without feeling guilty for it, the thought alone filled me with a childlike giddiness I hadn't felt in years.I smiled as I zipped my suitcase shut before giving it one final, unnecessary inspection.Clothe

YVONNE'S P.O.VA few minutes later, the accommodation assignments finally got to my turnOne of the resort managers stood beneath the stone pavilion, a tablet and pen in hand. At the same time, employees slowly gathered around him, suitcases at their feet, and excited chatter filled the warm afternoon air.“Yvonne Young,” He called out my name, and I looked away from the direction my eyes were fixed on for the past five minutes, the one leading to Clayton's private Villa. “Yes?”This resort manager wore the same uniform as Hale, but his expression wasn't as bright. It dimmed my spirit a little. “You will be sharing a cabin with Maryrose Benson” Immediate relief swept through me so suddenly that my shoulders actually relaxed. I let out a long breath. Thank God it was her.I turned just as Maryrose did. For a second, we simply looked at each other before identical smiles broke across our faces.”I was secretly praying it'd be you,” she admitted, hurrying over with her suitcase bouncing

CLAYTON'S P.O.VBreakfast ended much too quickly for my liking, not because of the food. Between admiring Yvonne and trying to be professional enough not to rouse up questions, I had cleared my plateI didn't even know when or how I finished; all through, my attention had remained exactly where it had been from the moment I walked into the cafeteria, right on her.Every stolen, shy glance she gave me back, every quiet laugh she shared with the people around her table, every time she tucked that loose strand of hair behind her ear.I had spent years mastering discipline and composition; entire companies depended on my ability to focus under pressure, but all Yvonne Young had to do was smile, and I would suddenly have the attention span of a lovesick teenager.I was halfway through my bottle of water when Hale's voice carried over the courtyard. “Ladies and gentlemen, may I have everyone's attention?” Conversations gradually faded until the entire courtyard fell quiet. Employees left t

YVONNE'S P.O.VThe scenery changed almost immediately, and I relaxed Towering coconut palms arched overhead, their leaves dancing in the ocean breeze and creating shifting patterns of sunlight across the road. Clusters of hibiscus flowers bloomed in impossible shades of crimson and orange, while bright bougainvillea spilled over white stone walls like waterfalls of color.To our left, the ocean stretched endlessly into the horizon, every shade of blue imaginable layered together beneath the morning sky. Gentle waves rolled against the shore, leaving ribbons of white foam that disappeared almost as quickly as they came.I couldn't stop looking. “It doesn't even feel real,” I whispered in awe. Clayton smiled without taking his eyes off the road. “The first time I came here, I thought the same thing”The road curved gently around a rocky cliff before opening onto a breathtaking stretch of coastline. Below us, sea turtles drifted lazily through water so clear I could count the patterns