All Chapters of Tempted by my Godlike boss: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

FLORIAN’S POVThe weeks following the funeral passed slowly, quietly, though not in the peaceful way I had hoped. Instead, I watched Roseline slip further and further away from me, from everyone, retreating steadily into a silence I didn’t know how to reach.At first, I told myself it was simply grief, that she needed time to process everything, and I tried to give her exactly that, space to mourn in whatever way she needed. But as the days stretched into weeks, her withdrawal only deepened, and worry began settling heavily into my chest instead.She stopped going to the store entirely, leaving the daily operations to the staff and occasional check-ins from Nina, something she never would have allowed herself to do before. Meals sat mostly untouched on the table between us, her appetite seemingly vanished completely alongside her father.Most days, she disappeared into Sinclair’s old study, the one she’d inherited along with the rest of his estate, spending hours alone sorting through

FLORIAN’S POVThe silence between us stretched painfully long, the resignation letter still sitting quietly on the desk, though something in Roseline’s expression told me there was more coming, something heavier than just the restaurant.“Florian,” she said softly, her voice trembling slightly now, though she forced herself to continue, her eyes finally lifting to meet mine. “I need to tell you something else.”My chest tightened instantly, dread settling heavily over me at the careful, deliberate way she spoke, like she’d rehearsed these words already, over and over, alone in this quiet room.“What is it?” I asked carefully, though part of me already sensed I wasn’t going to like whatever came next.“I can’t be around anything connected to my old life right now,” she said slowly, her voice breaking slightly despite her obvious attempt to remain composed. “The restaurant,your house, everything reminds me constantly of everything I’ve lost. My dad, the person I used to be.”“Okay,” I s

FLORIAN’S POVRoseline moved into her father’s house the following week, taking only a few small bags with her, the unsigned divorce papers tucked quietly among her belongings. I helped her carry the last box to her car, my chest aching heavily the entire time, though I forced myself to remain calm, steady, respecting the space she desperately needed.“Call me if you need anything,” I said softly as she settled into the driver’s seat, my hand resting gently against the open car door.“I will,” she said quietly, though her eyes remained distant, exhausted, the weight of her grief still heavy behind them.I watched her drive away slowly, the taillights fading gradually into the darkness, an unbearable ache settling deeply into my chest as the reality of our separation finally, truly sank in. I stood there for a long moment afterward, staring silently at the empty driveway, wondering exactly how we had reached this point, wondering exactly how long the distance between us would need to s

FLORIAN’S POVWe sat quietly together for a long while after her quiet admission, the exhaustion in her body slowly easing into something softer, more relaxed, as she leaned fully against me for the first time in weeks. I held her carefully, my hand rubbing slow, gentle circles against her back, savoring the simple comfort of finally having her lean into me again after so many days of careful distance.“Do you want to go back upstairs?” I asked softly after a while. “Look through more of the photographs together, maybe?”She nodded slowly, straightening slightly, though she remained close beside me as we made our way carefully back up to the study. The scattered photographs still lay exactly where she’d left them, memories of her parents spread gently across the floor.We settled down together carefully among the photographs, and Roseline picked up one gently, studying it closely, a soft, wistful smile slowly touching her lips despite the fresh tears glistening in her eyes.“This one’

FLORIAN’S POVWe stayed on the study floor for a while after reading the letter. Neither of us said much at first. Roseline just held the envelope, running her thumb along the edge like it might tell her something the words hadn’t already said.“Do you think we should actually go?” I asked finally.She looked up at me. “You don’t want to?”“I don’t know what I want,” I admitted. “We just got back to something that feels normal again. What if this ruins it?”“How would finding out the truth ruin anything?”“What if this Clara woman doesn’t remember anything? Or what if she tells me something I don’t want to hear?”Roseline was quiet for a second. Then she reached over and took my hand. “Florian, you’ve been looking for this woman for years. You told me that yourself. This might be the only real chance you ever get.”“I know,” I said. “That’s what scares me.”“Talk to me,” she said softly. “What are you actually scared of?”I let out a breath. “I don’t know. Maybe that she’ll tell me so