All Chapters of After Divorce, My Boss Made Me His Obsession : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Aurelia's POV Julien stood up. “Let’s have dinner.”I blinked, surprised. “You haven’t eaten?”He gave a short nod. “No. And neither have you,” he said, already walking ahead, that calm authority in his voice leaving no room for argument.I followed quietly. The table was set, the food still steaming, its aroma filling the room. I took a few bites, but my appetite wasn’t there. I was too tired.Julien’s voice broke through the quiet. “Let’s go to bed.”I choked. Literally. The bite of rice caught in my throat and I started coughing so hard I had to reach for my water. My eyes watered as I tried to recover some dignity.Julien leaned back in his chair, lips twitching into a knowing smirk. “Why are your cheeks red, Aurelia?”I blinked at him. “What? No… I mean, it must’ve been the cough.”He tilted his head slightly, smile deepening. “Must’ve been.”His voice was low, teasing, and something about it sent a flutter through me.He stood, smooth and composed. “Goodnight, Aurelia. Have a n

Aurelia’s POV After we got home, Julien’s staff carried the shopping boxes into the guest room. There were so many of them that I could barely see the floor. I stood there, speechless.I’d never shopped that much in my life. Back when I could still afford to buy things for myself, I was always careful, cautious, saving for later. But now… now I had boxes of designer dresses with my name on the receipts, and I hadn’t paid a cent.After changing, I went downstairs to have dinner with Julien. The table was softly lit, the food perfectly plated, but all I could focus on were his eyes. He kept stealing glances at me, subtle but undeniable. Every time our gazes met, my pulse betrayed me.When I finished eating, I stood to leave. He stood too.“So,” he said casually, one hand in his pocket, “when are we having dinner?”I blinked. “Didn’t we just have dinner?”He tilted his head, his lips curving slightly. “A proper dinner, Aurelia.”Before I could come up with a clever response, he moved cl

Aurelia's POV The flowers rested on the glass table beside us, their soft fragrance mingling with the rich scent of aged wine, music played softly in the background.I sprawled on the couch, my head slightly dizzy from the wine, or maybe from him.Julien leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me with quiet amusement. “Let me help you with your shoes,” he said.Before I could protest, he knelt and gently slid off my heels. His fingers brushed against my ankle, feather-light yet searing enough to make my breath catch.“You’re such a gentleman,” I said, half laughing, half serious.He glanced up, his lips curving. “You think?”“If you’re this perfect, why are you single?” I teased, then gasped as the wine loosened my tongue. “Or, don’t tell me, you’re into men?”His smile deepened, the kind that made my pulse falter. He leaned closer, his breath grazing my skin. “Should I prove what I’m into?”The air thickened between us. My throat went dry, and I shook my head, trying to sound composed. “N

Aurelia's POV Friday arrived like a weight pressing down on my chest. I hadn’t slept a wink, my mind spinning with Julien, my life, and everything I’d been trying to suppress. Every tiny ping from my phone made my heart leap, only to crash again when it wasn’t him. Julien hadn’t reached out. Not a word.At work, I was a ghost. My eyes skimmed documents without registering a thing, and thankfully, my desk was mercifully empty today. Time dragged, each second mocking my restless thoughts.Just before closing, Cassia breezed into my office, that effortless smile of hers plastered across her face, and dropped an envelope on my desk.“Here.”Her voice was casual, but my fingers trembled as I slid the papers out. The DNA test. My breath caught, and my eyes widened like I’d seen a ghost. It was Grant and his father.“Cassia…” I whispered, my voice barely audible.“I told you, we’re matching there right now,” she said.“Yes…” I murmured.“But I think we’ll need to call Lawrence. We’re final

Aurelia's POV Lawrence drove off in his car, leaving a strange quiet in his wake. Cassia drove me to her house, but the ride felt heavy, suffocating. Winning, or at least reaching the point of victory, should have felt like relief. Instead, it felt hollow. Hours ago, I had been optimistic. Now I wasn’t sure anymore.When we entered the house, I barely spoke. “I’ll take a nap,” I muttered, collapsing onto the bed without even pulling off my clothes. I managed to remove my shoes, sank into the sheets, and hugged my large teddy bear, a feeble attempt to soothe the ache in my chest.Oliver’s face kept surfacing in my mind, relentless, cruel in its innocence. Would he ever recognize my sacrifices? I knew he was still young, impressionable, and easily swayed. But that knowledge didn’t make the sting any less sharp.Eventually, amid the crushing weight of disappointment, exhaustion claimed me, and I drifted into an uneasy sleep.When I woke, my back ached from the tightness of my skirt, a