Accidental Night with the Boss의 모든 챕터: 챕터 61 - 챕터 65

The night air near the exit was cooler, quieter, washed in the soft hum of cars outside and the muffled orchestra behind them. Isabella hugged her clutch against her ribs, her steps small, steady, almost too controlled.She just needed to leave.It was a mistake coming here. One impulsive, stupid mistake.Vincent’s voice still echoed in her chest — cold, sharp, humiliating.'If you can’t stay out of trouble—leave.'It wasn’t even what he said.It was how he didn’t even look remotely happy to see her. And why would he? He had Anna de Vries in his arms and she was just a troublesome, little secretary.Her breaths came in shakily and she rubbed her arms to chase the goosebumps.'Guard your heart Isa–'Zoe walked beside her, arm linking with hers like a shield. “Don’t think about it,” she murmured. “We’ll go home, eat something sinful, and complain about rich people until sunrise.”Isabella smiled faintly. “That sounds perfect.”But just as they reached the revolving door—A hand shot for

Vincent stepped out of the steaming bathroom, towel slung low around his hips, water still dripping from his hair and rolling down the hard planes of his torso. The suite was dim, lit only by the desk lamp’s warm glow.He froze.There was a faint scrape outside the window—a hesitation, a shift of air—then a muted thump against the carpet.His posture changed instantly, shoulders going rigid, gaze snapping toward the window. That window should’ve been locked. Only an idiot or a threat came in from outside.One step forward was all he managed before a figure spilled through the open window and landed in a heap on the floor.A woman’s figure.She rolled, tried to catch herself, failed, and ended up kneeling on the floor.Her head lifted.“…Chairman…?”His secretary blinked up at him, dazed, pupils huge, hair tangled and dripping sweat, dress hanging off one shoulder where the fabric had torn.Vincent stared at her, shock slicing clean through his usual control. “…Rossi?” He'd thought he

The cab idled at the curb, its engine a low, impatient grumble that matched Zoe Finn’s mood perfectly. She tapped her freshly manicured nails against the window frame, her gaze fixed on the hotel’s glittering service entrance.“Two minutes, Bella,” she muttered to the night air. “Then I’m coming in there. And I am not being nice about it.”Two minutes bled into five.The muffled orchestra from the ballroom seemed to taunt her.The laughter of departing guests, the swish of expensive gowns—all of it was background noise to one fact:Isabella still hadn’t answered.Her text sat unread.Her calls went straight to voicemail.A cold knot pulled tight in Zoe’s stomach. Isabella could shut down emotionally, sure—but she would never ignore her. Not after the humiliation with Vincent. Not after the confrontation with Zachary.“...if he so much as breathes wrong—text me. I’ll tase him.”Her own joke echoed back at her like an omen.“Enough,” Zoe snapped, throwing open the cab door. “Wait here.”