All Chapters of The CEO I Insulted Is Now My Boss : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Inside the office, Jerry stared at the spot where she had been standing for a long moment. A low chuckle escaped him, rumbling from his chest. He sat upright, shook his head in quiet disbelief, and reached for the file she had dropped on his desk. He flipped it open, but his mind wasn't on the documents. He was still thinking about the smile she had given him right before she walked away—bright, challenging, utterly irresistible. She knew exactly what she was doing to him. Lucy appeared at Emma's side the moment she was out of view. "So? Did you ask him about Silas?" Emma blinked before smiling sheepishly. She had forgotten . Well it wasn't entirely her fault , if someone told her she would walk into the office and Jerry would be a kiss she would have smacked the person and declare a lie . "I—" She sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Was about to that _later on ." Lucy frowned before rolling her eyes . "Seriously" Emma shook her head. "I'll talk to him about it later.

The bedroom was quiet, bathed in the soft golden light of the afternoon filtering through the sheer curtains. Jerry had kicked off his shoes and stretched out on the large bed, face down, arms tucked under the pillow. His shirt hung open across his back, revealing the strong lines of his shoulders and the dip of his spine.Emma stood at the edge of the bed for a moment, watching him. He looked almost peaceful like this. She had come up here reluctantly, still feeling the aftermath of what they had done in the kitchen, her body humming with a warmth she couldn't quite shake."You know," she said, moving to kneel on the bed beside him, "when you said you needed a massage, I didn't think you meant a hostage situation."Jerry's lips curved into a small smile against the pillowcase. "You're not a hostage. You're a willing participant."Emma snorted, settling beside him and placing her hands on his shoulders. She could feel the warmth radiating from his skin, the subtle tension knotte

Mrs. Whitmore's sat down on the balcony sipping tea a magazine on the coffee table . Isla sat with her ankles crossed, teacup balanced on the saucer, wearing an ivory dress that cost more than most people's rent."Beth is doing better," Mrs. Whitmore said. "The doctors are optimistic. Slow progress, but progress.""I'm so glad." Isla's face softened. "I miss her. She always made this house feel less..." She paused, choosing the word carefully. "Quiet."" I know " Mrs whitmore said chuckling softly . "She would have probably been here talking about some model shoot she did or even about school ". "Yeah she would have "."And your modelling?" Mrs. Whitmore asked. "I saw the cover. The one with the—" she gestured "—the fabric." "Milan. It went well." Isla held out her cup. "They've offered me the spring campaign. It shoots in April, which means I'll be travelling for most of it. Rome, then a week in Capri.""Capri." Mrs. Whitmore poured. "That's a lovely place to be paid to st

---Emma didn't go to work.She texted Jackson at half past nine. *Not feeling well, working from home, Ashford file done by tonight.* He replied *Fine. Rest up. Don't make a habit of it.* She didn't text Jerry.She put her phone face down on the counter and left it there. By four o'clock she was on the sofa in an old tee and a bun that had given up on itself, watching a film she'd already seen twice.The lock turned at four. Kristie opened the door with a sigh dropping her purse on the table ."You're alive.""I'm sick.""You look like a sock." Kristie kicked her shoes off and dropped onto the other end of the sofa, shoving Emma's feet out of the way. "So. Not going in?""I took the day." Kristie raised a brow before picking a glass of water gulping down softly . " whose covering?" Emma glanced at her briefly. " Mr Jackson . He knows the numbers better than I do.""okay ." Kristie pulled the takeaway open. "Did you tell your *boss*?Emma didn't answer."Emma.""I told Jackson

The lift doors shut and Jerry walked her out through the main entrance.Emma was still lit up from the room."She *smiled*, Jerry. Did you see her face? She told the doctor she was annoyed. She's been in a coma for two weeks and her first full sentence was about the drip bag.""I heard it. I was standing right there.""She's *back.*" Emma pulled her coat tighter and laughed at nothing, at the sky, at the car park. "I'll come by after work. Or before. Whenever visiting starts — what is it, eleven? I'll come at eleven."Jerry put his hands in his pockets and looked at her, and something about the look made her slow down."You don't need to.""What?""They're signing her out. Monday, probably tomorrow if she wears them down. She's coming home."Emma stopped walking. "She just woke up. They're sending her home?""That's what the doctor said. She's stable, she's talking, she's arguing. There's nothing left for them to do here except watch her." He shrugged. "She's had every scan there is.