บททั้งหมดของ CEO Secret Bride: บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

The restaurant shimmered with golden chandeliers and crystal glassware.Only the highest-ranking executives and shareholders of Hart Conglomerate had been invited, plus their spouses. It was elegant in every detail, a room full of power and wealth.Sebastian and Olivia arrived hand in hand that evening at the shareholders dinner meeting.She wore an elegant navy gown that hugged her curves softly, and her hair was swept into a low bun. Every head turned when they entered, the new couple, the mystery finally revealed.Sebastian, as always, looked effortlessly regal in his dark tuxedo. But it wasn’t his wealth or looks that drew attention; it was the way he looked at her. Protective. Proud. As if daring anyone to speak ill of her.The whispers began immediately.“That’s her?”“She’s beautiful.”“Wait, wasn’t she an employee?”“He must have fallen hard.”At the head table, Joel Hart rose to greet them. “Well, big brother, you certainly know how to make an entrance.”Sebastian smirked.

Sebastian stood outside his bedroom balcony, a glass of whiskey in hand, the evening sun on his face, he breath in the humid air, his mind going back to his first meeting with Olivia. It started with nothing more than admiration, sympathy, perhaps. But sympathy didn’t make your heart skip when she walked into the room.Sympathy didn’t make your chest tighten when she smiled.It had started subtly. The first time she’d woke up in his home, wearing a red silk robe and her hair loose around her shoulders, he’d found himself watching her longer than necessary. The way sunlight from the window had caught the edge of her hair, soft gold against her skin, had stirred something in him he couldn’t name.Since then, he’d noticed everything.The way she hummed faintly when she cooked.The way she tucked her hair behind her ear when she was nervous.The way her laughter, rare but genuine, lit up even the quietest rooms.And it frightened him. Because Sebastian Hart was not a man who fell easily.

When the call ended, Olivia stood for a moment in silence, the phone still in her hand.Sebastian tilted his head. “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”“She invited us to your family resort for a weekend getaway,” Olivia said faintly. “Your mother. She said I’m one of the family.”A rare, genuine smile tugged at his lips. “That’s because you are.”Her cheeks warmed. “I just didn’t think they’d accept me so easily.”“You don’t know my parents,” he said quietly. “They value honesty, not perfection. And you’ve been nothing but honest.”She smiled shyly, her heart fluttering. “Still, I’m nervous.”“I’ll be there,” he said, stepping closer. “Always.”And for a moment, that simple promise steadied her more than anything else could.The following morning, their bedroom was filled with soft sunlight and the gentle hum of morning music. Olivia stood before an open suitcase, folding a cream-colored dress with careful precision.Sebastian emerged from the closet, carrying a few shirts over

Later that night, the city lights glowed like stars beyond the windows. The music had long since faded, but the warmth between them hadn’t.They sat together on the couch, her head resting on his shoulder, his fingers tracing lazy circles against her arm.It felt natural, effortless.“Can I tell you something?” she said quietly.He looked down at her. “Anything.”“I used to think love was supposed to be big,” she murmured. “Grand gestures, perfect moments, fireworks. But I was wrong.”He smiled faintly. “And now?”“Now I think it’s this,” she said. “Quiet, simple, honest. Just being seen.”Sebastian’s throat tightened. “Then I hope you know I see you, Olivia. Every part of you.”Her eyes shimmered with emotion. “And I see you too.”For a long, beautiful moment, they just stared at each other, two souls who had walked through heartbreak and somehow found peace in the same place.When he leaned in again, the kiss was slower, deeper. His hand found hers, fingers intertwining.And as the

Dinner was simple, just the two of them, sitting at the long dining table that overlooked the city skyline. Sebastian had insisted on cooking, despite Olivia’s laughter when he nearly burned the pasta sauce.The air was lighter now, filled with laughter and teasing.She watched him move around the kitchen, sleeves rolled up, hair slightly messy, and couldn’t stop smiling. The powerful CEO looked adorably human when he was concentrating on stirring the sauce.When he finally sat down across from her, she teased, “Not bad, Captain Hart.”He raised a brow. “You doubted me?”“A little,” she admitted, grinning. “But you’ve redeemed yourself.”He chuckled, shaking his head. “Remind me never to challenge you in the kitchen again.”After dinner, they lingered by the window with glasses of wine, the rain having slowed to a mist. The city lights stretched endlessly beneath them.“I used to dream about this view,” Olivia said softly. “Back when I was still renting a tiny apartment and working la