Divorcing Mr CEO のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 41 - チャプター 50

Damian’s POV: I’ve never been the kind of man to ask questions when things are quiet, but right now the silence in the living room was odd, maybe it was the way Lira was still fighting back a laugh. Why are two smiling? What’s so funny? Eloise asked with a frown on her face. My eyes shifted to her, she was standing in the doorway. Her arms were full of glossy Elion’s Couture bags.... She looked like a thunderstorm wrapped in silk. “Are you two done giggling?” her voice came again, it was sharp enough to slice through the air. Lira and I exchanged a quick glance, with the laughter vanishing instantly, as though someone had flipped a switch. I straightened up my hair with my hand, while Lira pressed her lips together, clearly trying not to make it worse. Eloise dropped the bags beside her with a heavy thud that seemed to make the floor tremble. Without saying a word, she strode to the dining table and pulled out a chair. The loud scrape of its legs against the floor filled th

Damian’s POV:The house was quiet, it was too quiet like the world outside had suddenly stopped moving.There was no laughter, no teasing, and no clinking of plates in the background. Everyone seems busy with their own things. Lira had made breakfast earlier this morning, and we’d ordered takeout for lunch. Now, for dinner, she was in the kitchen making fried chicken and cheese. The smell was everywhere, it was buttery, creamy, and rich. It filled my head, refusing to leave my nose.I sat in the living room with my laptop open, trying to focus on some payments. I had just transferred Eloise’s payment straight into the Eloin Couture account, the full amount for the clothes she bought from the store.But she was upstairs in the guest room, she hadn’t come out all day. And that was strange.Eloise is the type who can light up the whole house with her jokes. Even on tense days, she always finds a way to break the silence. But today… without her usual energy, I can’t tell what’s wrong

The next morning. Harold sat at the dining table with his wife, Serena, and their son, Max. The soft sunlight from the big window poured into the room, making the table shine. Then the smell of toasted bread and fried eggs filled the air.Harold was quietly eating his breakfast. it was bread, eggs, and a glass of fresh orange juice, while Serena sat opposite between him. With Max on her other side, she was dressed neatly in a light blue gown.Max, however, was barely paying attention to his food. He had his tablet in front of him, he was tapping the screen and smiling at the game he was playing. Half of his toast was untouched, and the eggs were getting cold.Serena glanced at her son and shook her head with a gentle smile. “Dear,” she said softly, “you need to eat fast so you won’t be late for school.”With that, Max looked up from his tablet and grinned at her, then turned his eyes to his father. “Dad,” he said with innocent excitement, “will you take me to school today?”Harold

Damian’s POV Lira’s phone rang early in the morning and woke me up. We were still tangled together from the night before. I had cuddled her to sleep, holding her in my arms through the night, and now she felt warm and soft beside me. At first, she didn’t stir. She looked peaceful, with her lips slightly parted. I smiled to myself, watching her sleep. But when the phone rang a second time, she slowly opened her eyes. Her lashes fluttered, and she caught me staring at her. Immediately, I smiled and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. “How was your night, baby?” I whispered. She smiled back sleepily. “It was lovely being with you,” she said, kissing me once more before she reached for her phone. She frowned when she saw the screen. “Who’s disturbing my peace this early?” she muttered. Then she answered the call and placed the phone against her ear. “Hello?” she said, her voice was low and still heavy from sleep. There was silence, and then her face changed slightly. “Oh,

The sun had come out a little, It was spilling soft light through the curtains when Eloise slowly woke up in her room. It was almost noon. She yawned and stretched, feeling the warmth of the bed beneath her. For a moment, she just lay there, letting herself wake up fully. She could hear birds singing outside, and the soft breeze from the slightly open window brushed her face. Then she reached for her phone on the bedside table and checked the time. It was twelve o’clock. “Gosh, I really slept,” she whispered to herself, swinging her legs over the side of the bed and standing up. Then she walked over to the bathroom at the corner of her room. She brushed her teeth and washed her face, feeling refreshed as the cool water touched her skin. After finishing, she returned to her room, with her hair falling loosely over her shoulders. She looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and smiled at how relaxed she felt. Just as she had settled back onto the bed, her phone began to