Divorced By My Cold Husband, I Returned As A CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 21 - 챕터 30

Elara had a policy at her company that once a month, every employee got a day off during the week. So Victor hadn’t gone to work that day. Yet seeing Daniel like that at school and later in the hospital left him feeling uneasy. Did I really give him asthma? he wondered, a pang of guilt twisting in his chest. But it was true; since Daniel struggled to breathe and definitely he had inherited it from him . Victor lay in bed, still heavy with worry, when he saw Elara leaving in her car. He silently prayed she hadn’t taken Daniel with her. Gradually, he forced himself up. His coffee order hadn’t arrived, so after freshening up, he decided to take a risk he would go to Elara’s house. He knew well enough that if she ever found out he came to her home without permission, it would be absolute hell.He sighed and knocked. The door swung open, and Marie appeared, her grin spreading across her face.“Hey, Victor,” she said, her tone teasing and flirty.Victor stiffened, immediately aware that a

The journey had been unbearably suffocating. By the time the car finally came to a stop, Elara felt like she could barely breathe. Without thinking, she leaned against Victor for support but the moment she realized what she had done, she stiffened and quickly pulled away. She hadn’t expected the car to be so crowded… so packed that they had been forced to sit pressed tightly against each other, bodies practically glued together. And yet, exhaustion didn’t care about pride. Somewhere along the long, draining ride, Elara had drifted off her head resting unknowingly on Victor’s shoulder. Victor had noticed instantly. A small, almost invisible smile tugged at his lips, but he didn’t move… not even an inch. He stayed completely still, careful not to disturb her. He knew that the moment she woke up and realized, she would pull away immediately. Because Elara hated him.. “Here we are, we've reached our destination,” one of the partners announced finally after hours . Elara’s

When Victor woke, Elara was already gone from the small house.He stepped outside, moving slowly, as though every limb carried a hidden weight. The morning air was cool, yet it did nothing to ease the heaviness in his body. His face had lost its color; he looked almost ghostlike.Hellen was the first to notice him.“Victor… are you alright? You look so pale. Did your condition worsen?”He let out a quiet chuckle, though it was laced with discomfort.“No, no… I’m feeling better.”But even as he spoke, his eyes drifted past her.Elara was already outside.She stood a short distance away, speaking to a group of men. Her posture was firm, her voice steady every inch of her carried authority. When her gaze shifted in his direction, Victor quickly looked away, pretending he hadn’t been watching. He already knew… nothing good would come from that encounter.Moments later, she approached him.Up close, her expression was unreadable. She let out a small sigh before speaking.“We’re short on la

Victor woke up feeling unusually energetic. For some reason, he was smiling from ear to ear.Hellen noticed immediately. “Are you feeling better, my son?” she asked gently.He nodded, still smiling.“But I suppose you’ll be leaving today…” she added, her tone soft with disappointment.Victor shook his head. “No. I’m not leaving today. I’ll stay here until the job is done.”“Really?” Hellen asked, her face lighting up with a warm smile. She had grown unexpectedly fond of him, and he, too, had come to appreciate her kindness.“Oh, that’s wonderful! Should I make you some porridge?”Victor nodded. He couldn’t bring himself to refuse the poor woman.She soon returned with a bowl of warm porridge, and he ate quietly.“I’ll be back in the evening,” he said as he stood to leave.“It’s alright,” Hellen replied. “I’ll even bring you food.”“Thank you so much.”He waved and left.Ever since Elara had walked out of his life, no one had cared for him the way Hellen was doing now. It was a strange

Victor had nothing left to do.Slowly, almost reluctantly, he made his way back to Elara’s company.Before he could even sit at his desk, Elara was already there, standing beside it, her presence sharp and unwelcoming.“Don’t ever take on something you can’t handle,” she said coldly, her eyes cutting into him. “I’m warning you.”She didn’t wait for a response.“I need an iced coffee on my desk. Now.”With that, she turned and walked into her office, slamming the door behind her.Victor stood there for a moment, wordless.Then, quietly, he forced his tired, burdened body to move.To the room where tea and coffee were prepared, he poured the drink carefully.But his mind was no longer there.It had drifted… back to the hospital.To his father.What if he keeps asking for us… for me and Elara… every single day?His grip tightened slightly.Will Elara agree?A pause.Would she ever…?The thought consumed him so deeply that he didn’t notice the coffee spilling over, dripping onto the floo