All Chapters of The Obsessed CEO’S Untamable Little One: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Clodan hurried back to the factory after Rocío's call, but to his surprise, Holly had already left. The atmosphere was charged, with the staff whispering and giving him meaningful looks, as if they were trying to get something out of him. Confused, he went to his office and called Rocío, who appeared shortly after with an expression of regret. "What's going on?" Clodan asked seriously. "You called me because you said Holly had left, what's the reason?" "Look at this," Rocío said, handing him her phone so he could see the images that had led Holly to leave. "Since these photos were published on the forum this morning, the staff hasn't stopped talking about her. Holly felt very bad and decided to leave." Clodan could barely look at the photographs. He felt fury tense his jaw. He knew how much the past affected Holly and he had tried to protect her from it. He returned the phone to Rocío, his expression so grim that even she, after years of working together, had never seen it.

"No, Loraine," Lenox pulled away after remembering what had happened in the past, and he withdrew his hand. "This can't be," he said with regret as he walked away toward the hallway. "I'll take a shower and go to bed early. Thanks for dinner." Lenox turned his back and disappeared into his room, leaving Loraine alone with a few tears sliding down her cheeks. She knew this was a possible outcome, a rejection, but she had decided to take a risk, she couldn't take it anymore. What good was it now? Lenox was the only person she had left in the world, besides her mother, but it wasn't the same. She loved him, she wanted him to love her, but in a different way, not an affection that was conditioned by the past and the responsibilities imposed by her mother. She sat alone at the dining room table, looking at the half-eaten dinner. After a few moments, she stood up, cleaned the dishes, and went to her room. Minutes later, she came out dressed elegantly: a short denim skirt, a red satin bl

The next morning, Loraine slowly opened her eyes, dazzled by the light coming in through the window. She sat up and saw Lenox already up, bathed and getting ready in front of the mirror. Looking at the clock on the nightstand, she realized how early it was. "Good morning," he said, smiling at her in the mirror's reflection. "You can keep sleeping a little longer, it's early." "Yes, it is," she replied with a gesture of annoyance. "Do you have to leave like this? You barely spent any time with me." "Wasn't last night enough?" he asked, causing her to blush at the memory of the night before. "I was thinking of having an early breakfast, but your body bruised by me gave me a little consideration." "Silly, I'm not talking about that," she covered herself with the sheet, hiding the pain in her hip and the marks on her skin. "I mean it's too early for you to leave, we haven't even had breakfast together." "I have patients to attend to today, I'll be busy," he explained, approachin

"I want to see him again," Athena insisted. Layla, at her friend's outburst, rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of resignation at her lovesick state. "Forget about him," she told her, giving her a slap on the back of the head to make her react. "You only saw him once, for God's sake, focus on your studies." "And what do you want me to do?" she rubbed the spot, looking at her with a pout. "I can't forget him, he was my first man, and he was so perfect, wonderful, handsome. If you saw how charming he was, you'd surely agree with me," she pouted. "If you want, I'll bring you a microphone so you can shout it from the rooftops," she rolled her eyes again. "If your sister finds out, she'll kill you." "The only way they'll find out is if you open your mouth." "Instead of worrying about my mouth, worry about yours, you won't stop talking about that guy." "It wasn't long ago that you supported me..." she reproached. "Not long ago? It's been a damn week since we came back to R

Valentino was in the room he shared with Athena after they had reconciled. He was waiting for her as he had promised, but he felt uneasy. He was not at all comfortable with the idea of her meeting her ex-lover, although he knew he couldn't forbid her from doing anything. He was supposed to do things right from now on. He lay there for a long time, lost in his thoughts, which only revolved around Athena. He longed to see her, he wished for her return before madness took hold of him and he went looking for her, wherever she had met Lenox. He buried his head in the pillow, inhaling the scent that impregnated the fabric, which gave him a sense of calm. Her perfume helped to calm his own internal demons, and he managed to settle down. He was even beginning to fall asleep, imagining that he was hugging her as she returned. However, his tranquility was interrupted shortly after by insistent knocks on the door. He cursed before opening his eyes to answer, knowing that it couldn't be Ath