All Chapters of Divorcing Mr CEO : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Lira’s POVHe winced a little as I dabbed the cloth over the burn, but he didn’t pull away.Neither of us spoke. The kitchen was still full of smoke, but all I could focus on was his hand and how warm it felt under mine, i didn’t even know why I cared.Damian, trying to cook for me? The thought sounded strange, almost unreal.“You should’ve just ordered something,” I said finally, keeping my voice soft.He gave a small shrug, with his eyes drifting toward the mess behind me. “I wanted to make you smile.”The words landed somewhere I didn’t expect. My hands froze. I looked up at him, and for a second, our eyes met. They were unreadable, just blank. I couldn’t read his. He couldn’t read mine.I swallowed and stepped back. “Well, nearly setting the house on fire wasn’t the way.”He smiled faintly. “Noted.”Then came silence. It wasn’t heavy. It was cautious, like we were walking through a field full of hidden landmines.“I haven’t cooked in years,” he said, as if needing to explain himse

Lira’s POV I couldn’t sleep, the fact that Damian was still sitting on the floor kept circling in my head. Was he watching me? Was he just sitting there staring at me? I felt wicked for turning my back on him. But I didn’t know what else to do, my mind kept running wild with questions I wasn't to answer. I turned slowly, hoping he might have fallen asleep, but he was still there, just sitting and looking. Our eyes met, he quickly looked away. Then looked back again like he didn’t know if he was allowed to. “Oh, sorry,” he muttered and stood up. “I’ll just leave., you should sleep tight okay.” The moment he stood, my heart felt restless. I didn’t know why, but it did. I didn’t want him to go. Just then, a statement came out before I could stop them. “You can sleep on the bed,” I said. immediately, he paused. His eyes wide with surprise. Like he couldn’t believe what he just heard. It almost made me laugh. “Yes,” I said quickly, trying to sound casual. “It’s becaus

The room fell into a heavy silence after Lira stormed out, with her heels clicking sharply down the hallway until the sound faded away. Leo stood frozen, his chest was tightening with guilt and helplessness. He had wanted to stop her, to explain that he hadn’t known this was the type of project Harold had set up. But it was too late, she was gone. “You’ve done a good job,” he said to the director, his tone was smooth, as if he was congratulating him on a successful business deal rather than a betrayal. He cleared his throat, as if nothing serious had just happened. Then he walked over to the chair Lira had just left and sat down, looking relaxed. Leo’s jaw tightened. He turned to the director, but the man wouldn’t even lift his gaze. Then Harold turned toward Leo, smirking. “It seems someone isn’t okay with what just happened,” he said, studying Leo’s expression like a scientist observing an insect. Leo didn’t hesitate. “That was disgusting,” he said sharply. “You trick

Lira’s POVI couldn’t hold it in anymore, my body trembled as I buried my face into Damian’s chest. I didn’t care how I looked, or how vulnerable I seemed. The moment felt too heavy, he must have eavesdropped on the entire conversation before walking in. A part of me was embarrassed, but another part... it felt safe.And then, he said it.“I’ll fight for you, Lira" I should’ve said something, maybe argued. Maybe told him again that I wanted a divorce, but the words refused to come. My mouth was frozen, and my heart was confused.Because deep down, I wasn’t sure anymore.I never expected it, but a strange comfort settled in my chest. For the first time in a long while, Damian made me feel like his wife.Not the woman he's trying to impress, not the actress he kept at arm's length, but his wife. He stood there, wrapping his arms around me gently, his hand was patting my back like I was something fragile he didn’t want to break.“It’s okay, Lira. Please don’t worry much about it,” he w

Damian’s POVI was still sitting in the living room, lost in my thoughts when I heard soft footsteps approaching. I looked up and saw Eloise coming out of the kitchen, carrying a tray of food. The rich aroma hit me even before she got close. It was Lira’s favorite, creamy mashed potatoes, grilled chicken, and that vegetable sauce she liked. Eloise held the tray with steady hands, carefully heading toward the stairs. I stood up and met her halfway. “I’ll take it,” I said, stopping in front of her. She blinked, surprised. “You want to give her the food?” “Yes.” I said and took the tray from her gently. Her eyes searched my face for a second before she smiled knowingly. “Alright, sir.” As I turned to go, I heard her whisper, “She’ll love it.” I walked slowly toward the stairs, with my heart strangely unsteady. There was a tightness in my chest that I couldn’t explain. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was fear. Or maybe it was hope. When I reached her door, I paused and kno