บททั้งหมดของ After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Aurelia's POV I didn’t need to respond.They left after a while, leaving me alone with Cassia. She stayed until it got late before finally heading home.Later that night, Oliver woke up hungry. I fed him slowly, spoon by spoon, my heart swelling each time he swallowed.Before dawn, when the cleaners began moving around, I informed the nurses that I was heading home. Once there, I cooked for Oliver, packed his flask, and got dressed for work.When Mrs. Amara finally emerged, I pointed toward the food flask.“There’s his meal. When I get back, I’ll make him dinner.”I didn’t wait for her reply, I simply grabbed my bag and left.The moment I walked into the hall in my office, my colleagues surrounded me with concern. Word had spread about Oliver’s surgery, and their sympathy warmed me more than I expected. I assured them he was stable, that he was healing.Back in my office, the telephone rang. It was Julien’s secretary, he wanted to see me. I smoothed my blouse and went upstairs.“Hey,

Aurelia's POV After work, I rushed home to take care of Oliver.My life had quietly reshaped itself around his recovery, work, home care, repeat. The rhythm was exhausting, but seeing him slowly heal made it bearable.That week, while sorting laundry in the small, steamy room, I caught myself smiling faintly. My first salary had just hit my account. For once, I could decide what to do with money I’d actually earned, not what Grant dictated. I was folding Oliver’s clothes, thinking about bills and groceries, when Selene walked in, arms full of lace and silk.“I need to wash these,” she said flatly, dropping a pile of lingerie and nightwears onto the counter like she owned the place.I didn’t bother looking up. My thumb scrolled lazily through my phone.“Didn’t you hear me?” she pressed, her voice rising.I glanced at her once, then back to the phone. “It’s obvious I’m using it. You’ll have to come back later, right?”The corner of her lip twitched, but she didn’t reply. She spun on he

Aurelia's POV I went back inside and headed straight to Oliver’s room. After washing him up, I helped him take a short walk around the house to strengthen his legs.Grant, his mother, and their lawyer were still in the living room, talking in hushed, agitated tones. My curiosity got the better of me, so I pulled out my phone and looked up Lawrence’s reputation online, and my jaw nearly dropped.They call him The Devil’s Advocate.And it wasn’t just a nickname, it was a warning.He has a flawless record. Never lost a single case. The articles about him painted a picture of a man both feared and respected in the legal world. His clients were CEOs, business moguls, and even some very questionable accountants and politicians.Then I saw his consultation fee and nearly choked. That’s not what I paid.“Did Cassai… cover most of it for me?”I made a mental note to ask her the next day. The thought left me both grateful and uneasy, I didn't want to be a burden.“Wow,” I whispered to myself.

Aurelia's POV The board approved it unanimously, and Julien concluded that the formula would undergo a few more lab tests before mass production began. He also mentioned that the marketing and design team would start working on packaging concepts worthy of the new line.As everyone dispersed, the air in the boardroom buzzed with congratulations and laughter. Cassia gave me a discreet thumbs-up, and a few of my colleagues patted my back, whispering “You killed it.”I was still floating somewhere between relief and disbelief when Julien’s deep voice cut through the room.“Miss Aurelia,” he called. “See me in my office, please.”I followed him down the corridor. His strides were steady and confident; mine were quick, almost childlike, trying to match his pace.When we stepped into his office, he closed the door behind us. Without warning, he stepped forward and pulled me into a brief hug.“I’m proud of you,” he said quietly.For a second, I forgot how to breathe. By the time I managed t

Aurelia's POV I decided to honour his invitation. I followed the maid through a long hallway that seemed to stretch endlessly, lined with glass walls.Everything shimmered, from the marble floors that reflected the chandelier light like water, to the soft hum of classical music playing faintly somewhere in the background.Though my mind was chaotic, my eyes couldn’t help but trace the luxury around me. Paintings, originals, no doubt, adorned the walls. The house wasn’t just rich, it was alive in an elegant kind of silence.When we reached the dining area, I hesitated. The table was long enough to host a board meeting, yet only two plates were set. Julien sat at the far end, his sleeves rolled up, hair slightly damp from the rain, and for a fleeting moment, he didn’t look like a CEO, he looked human.“Come,” he said softly, his voice cutting through the quiet.I sat down in the chair next to him, and the first thing I was offered was a cup of steaming tea.“You should warm yourself,”