CEO Dante; The one for me のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 31 - チャプター 40

The aftermath of our argument still lingered like a heavy cloud, hanging over both Dante and I. Even though he had tried to make amends in his own awkward way, something remained unresolved. I could still feel the sting of his words from that night, and it made every interaction between us feel cautious, guarded.The next morning, I found Dante in the kitchen making breakfast. The smell of freshly cooked pancakes filled the air. I hesitated at the doorway, unsure whether to join him or pretend I hadn’t seen him.He noticed me before I could decide. “Good morning,” he greeted without looking up from the pan.“Morning,” I mumbled back. I went to make tea, deliberately focusing on the kettle to avoid his gaze. When the pancakes were ready, he set a plate on the counter in front of me without saying a word. It was a quiet offering—one that I wasn’t sure how to take.As we ate in silence, I couldn’t help but steal glances at him. Dante looked tired, like he hadn’t slept much. Maybe the arg

It was just an ordinary morning, or at least I tried to convince myself of that as I walked into the office. My mind was still swirling with fragments of the conversation with Dante earlier.His words had been looping in my head,’him being complicated didn't mean he didn't care’, what was that even supposed to mean? I couldn't care less anyways, I had decided to stop bothering myself about what he did or didn't feel and it was working just fine for me,even better than I expected it would.As I stepped into the building, I plastered a smile on my face, hoping it would conceal the tiredness I felt. People greeted me as usual, and I gave polite nods and soft hellos. My desk looked just the way I left it, neatly organized, but the sight of it made me feel oddly dizzy. I placed my bag down and took a deep breath, trying to shake off the lightheadedness. Maybe I hadn’t eaten enough this morning.Kate, my new assistant, came in, handing me a stack of files. "Good morning, ma'am. You look a li

The bright fluorescent lights of the operating room blurred as my vision wavered. I could hear the muffled voices of the medical team around me, discussing preparations in their calm, professional tones. Despite the numbness spreading through my body from the anesthesia, my heart pounded fiercely, fear threading through every beat. Dante’s hand was the last warm thing I remembered before they rolled me away. He didn’t say much—just squeezed my hand and whispered, “You’ll be okay, Sienna. I’m right here.” I wished I could hold on to his voice longer, but the doors swung shut between us, and the sterile, unfamiliar environment closed in.“Try to relax, Miss Emily,” one of the nurses said, adjusting the IV line. I tried to take a deep breath, but it came out shaky and uneven. The doctor approached, his face half-covered by a surgical mask, but his eyes were kind. “You’re doing great,” he reassured me. “We’ll take good care of you.”I closed my eyes, focusing on the memory of Dante’s tou

The weeks that followed Abigail’s birth felt surreal. The hospital room that had once felt like a place of dread and uncertainty now seemed almost peaceful. Every morning, Dante would be by my side, either bringing me breakfast or a cup of tea on days I didn't feel like having any food. It was almost too good to be true, the way he was taking care of me without being asked. His presence, calm and reassuring, became something I looked forward to.One morning, as he helped me adjust the pillows behind my back, I couldn’t help but glance at his tired eyes. “You’ve barely slept in weeks, Dante. You don’t have to stay here every night,” I whispered.He shot me a look that was both tender and determined. “I’m not going anywhere. I'm here for you, all the way..”A part of me wanted to argue, but the warmth in his voice made it hard to protest. I found myself relaxing as he pulled a chair closer to the bed and sat down. The soft cooing of a newborn from the next room made me smile, and I coul

The house felt different now—quieter, but fuller somehow. Bringing Abigail home had changed the entire atmosphere, as if everything had softened around the edges. I stood in the nursery, watching her tiny chest rise and fall with each breath. She looked so peaceful, wrapped in the pale yellow blanket Dante had picked out. I still couldn’t believe she was here, that she was mine. My mind was taken back to the memories of how Marcus and I planned life would be when we finally got a child, how we always spoke about all the nice things we would get her, and all the nice places we would take her to. It was really emotional for me, because I never imagined things would turn out the way that they did.Dante walked in quietly, carrying a small stuffed bear. He paused at the doorway when he saw me, his gaze flickering between me and the baby. "She’s sleeping?" he whispered.I nodded, giving him a small smile. "Out like a light."He stepped closer, placing the bear next to Abigail. "You should