Semua Bab Mr. CEO, Leave Me Breathless : Bab 51 - Bab 60

I couldn’t blame Selina for avoiding me. Honestly, I knew it was coming all along.After what happened in my office and that night at the restaurant, after the look she gave me, and full of something I didn’t have the right to name, I knew she was done pretending things were fine between us.She still did her job, of course. Still came in early, still brought me coffee, still arranged my files in that perfectly organized way she always did. But everything about her was distant now. Her greetings were brief. Her voice had lost that softness I’d gotten used to. And she didn’t look at me the same way anymore.If I reached out, I knew I’d lose her completely. But doing nothing… felt like losing her anyway.Every morning, I’d catch myself stealing a glance, watching the way she bit her lip while reading through reports. That simple gesture—it hit me harder than I wanted to admit.But lately, she wasn’t alone. Elton was there too often.He’d linger near her desk with that overly friendly sm

“Insane? Because I care?”I laughed bitterly. “You care? Since when? Since you started showing up with Ingrid again?”“That’s not fair.”“No, what’s not fair is you thinking you can confuse me whenever you want,” I shot back, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. “You can’t show up out of nowhere and pretend like nothing happened!”Ethan clenched his jaw, his voice rising with frustration. “Because I can’t stop thinking about you, Selina! Every damn day, even when I try to convince myself that I shouldn’t!”The air between us crackled with something raw and dangerous.I swallowed hard, forcing a small, humorless smile. “Then that’s your problem, not mine.”His shoulders tensed. “You’re avoiding me. Don’t deny it.”“You noticed,” I said dryly. “Good for you.”“Why, Selina? What did I do that made you shut me out like this?”The question hit harder than I expected. For a moment, I didn’t know how to answer. My throat tightened, emotions swirling, anger, longing, and hurt—all

The first thing that greeted me that morning wasn’t coffee or silence, but it was Rupert Benson standing by my office window, flipping through a thick file in his hands. His expression was unreadable, but I could already tell it wasn’t going to be good.“Sir,” he said, turning toward me as I set my briefcase down. “I found something.”“About Selina?”He nodded, his tone grim. “I dug into the hospital records you asked for, the one from the year she was born.”I motioned for him to continue. My pulse had started to thrum, slow but heavy.“According to the file,” Rupert began, “Selina went missing right after she was born. The nurse on duty reported that an unknown man, possibly in his early thirties, took her from the maternity ward. The staff thought he was the father, but when her biological mother woke up and asked for the baby, the man was gone.”I felt the air in the room shift. “And the mother?”“She survived the birth, but she was young, barely nineteen. The report said she disa

“Elton, stop!” I choked, pushing against his chest as hard as I could. My voice echoed down the narrow hallway, but the building was unusually quiet, most of the employees were still in the conference room for the late meeting.His grip only tightened.“Why are you doing this?” I gasped, trying to twist away, but his hands caught my wrists, pressing them against the cold wall behind me.“I told you,” he said through gritted teeth, his eyes dark and glassy. “You shouldn’t be with him. Ethan doesn’t deserve you. He never did.”“Elton, you’re hurting me!” I cried, my voice trembling, tears blurring my vision.He leaned closer, his breath fanning against my cheek. “He played with you, Selina. I won’t let him do it again. I’ll protect you from him, from everyone.”My stomach lurched in fear. “Protect me? By scaring me like this? Let me go!”He didn’t listen. His face was too close now, his gaze wild and unrecognizable. This wasn’t the same Elton I remembered from college, the cheerful, kin

The moment I saw the headline, my world stopped spinning.Breaking News: CEO Ethan Blake in Critical Condition After Brooklyn Bridge Crash.Everything else faded, the sound of traffic, and the people gasping around me. All I could hear was the pounding of my heart, the uneven rhythm echoing in my ears as I whispered his name.“Ethan…”I didn’t think. My body just moved.By the time I reached the hospital, my legs were trembling so hard that I nearly stumbled into the reception desk. The scent of antiseptic and metal filled my lungs, and the fluorescent lights above flickered like dying stars.I stopped at the waiting area, my chest heaving, palms cold.“Selina.”I turned and saw Lando, his dark hair disheveled, worry shadowing his features. He must have followed me all the way here. He didn’t say anything else, just watched me as I paced back and forth restless, terrified, and barely holding myself together.“He’s still in the OR,” I muttered, clutching my trembling hands together. “T