All Chapters of The CEO My Accidental Lover : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Elodie Relief washes me as we get into the sitting room. It is entirely a peaceful environment, not like the chaos outside. “That's enough now.” I complain, pulling my head off. I quickly yank his hand off my back, not caring about his protective intention for doing it in the first place. He blinks, then stares at me beneath slightly, his lowered brows hitting me with a feeling that I am not even worth it. His eyes say it all. "Think whatever you want. You're still full of yourself.” My jaw tightens slightly. My mind flashes back to a few hours ago. He is there, seated at the right end of his car, his eyes glued to his iPad. We haven't said a word to each other since we left the hospital. He glances at me as I yawn. Seeing that I shiver hard, he just looks away. I stare back like I could burn him down with my eyes alone. But he huffs and remains silent. "Turn off the AC.” His voice is a sudden echo approaching his driver. In just a minute, the man on the wheel starts to star

Travis Without knocking, I slide the glass door open. My eyes, hoping to meet Liam and his Nanny but surprisely, it falls on Elodie.My pace instantly slows. I don't expect to see her here. She leans forward near the bedstand, watching nurse Jamelia as she dresses her son with a gauze bandage.While her friend, Vivian, sits on the bed, patting Liam's head.Why is she still here? She is supposed to have gone after dinner. The one she ruined for me an hour ago. A hiss of displeasure escapes my mouth as I recall what she did.She ruined my dinner.“Good evening sir.” Nurse Jamelia's soft voice interrupts my thought as she turns towards me and greets with respectful nod.I respond with a curt nod, but my eyes are still locked on the Lady's at the bed.“Hi Travis.” Vivian calls, throwing a wave at me.Coating my face like she didn't piss me off earlier, I raise my left hand and wave back.Elodie's gaze then drifts from her son. She glares at me, immediately she shifts her posture like I

Travis “You were lucky. Next time, it'll be messy.” I read the message loud, heart pounding.My pulse climbs. As I turn and look around, there is no sign of anyone except the guards. They're standing their distance.I hasten up and enter the car, then slam the door shut with a heavy thud.“Drive.” I snap.The engine hums low as we pull off, vanishing into the major road.My pulse won't calm.“He dares to threaten me?” I hiss, staring at the city blurring past the tinted glass. “After what he did?”I grip my phone tightly, thumb twitching, then I press a number.“Do you have any updates about the tailing yet?" My voice is low.“Not sir. But we're still working on it.” A husky voice replies.I bring the phone down from my ear and end the call. My eyelids are squeezing out, as a memory flashes back.That trauma from my childhood. As it begin to replay, I starts to hiccup.I sit there on the waiting bench, just little above Liam's age, waiting for Mr. Collins, the driver.“Pass the ball

Travis I arrive at the D’Luxury Hotel building and match my break. It's one of the best places for relaxation in the city, Nathan owns it.Then I walk inside, smile at a staff member at the reception desk, ignoring other stares. I head straight for the elevator to the second floor, when it gets to the VIP lounge, it stops me.As I get in, I spot Nathan at the far end towards my right, already waiting.He waves with a sharp welcoming grin the moment he sees me.“Travis,” he says as I walk towards him. “To what do I owe this urgent pleasure? you look like you've seen a ghost.” I force a faint smile, and we hug lightly.“It's worse than that, Nathan." I whisper “Please sit down. I'm all ears.” He says and gestures for me to sit.He then pours two glasses of whiskey, before I say anything, he slides one towards me.I take the glass but I don't sip. Instead, I lean back, exhale deeply before sharing the weight pressing on my shoulders. “There's been a threat.” I say finally.“What kin

Travis Has she come to say it properly? to fix what I ruined. But when I look closely, the frame holds only a servant.My disappointment is visible enough as I turn and lower back my face pressing on the soft duvet. Eyes stinging sharp.“What do you want?” My voice is low, but sharp and firm.“Sir,” she offers, voice careful enough not to cause any more trouble. “To call you for dinner.” My stomach churn. Food is the least thing that crosses my mind. I'd rather prefer that concern to my hurting heart.“I'm not hungry.” I wave her away, sounding hollow. The flash of the earlier drama still sits raw in my face, biting my chest.There's no way I can go out there to face her. Not after what just happened.“Sir, would you want me to bring it up here?” the maid press further. “You haven't eaten well for a couple of days now.”I give a dismissive shake, not buying her suggestion. “No. Shut the door when you leave.” “Okay sir.” She says quietly, and shuts the door, slipping out. Silence