All Chapters of THE COLD-HEARTED CEO'S REBORN LOVER : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Her hand reached into the bag and picked out the neatly folded cotton shorts. In a matter of seconds, she had washed up and changed into them, the simple fabric settling comfortably against her skin. She then stepped into the private room where they had eaten earlier, finding Calvin sitting quietly, waiting.“Why aren’t you eating?” she asked.“Oh I was just waiting for you,” he replied softly.“How sweet,” she muttered, smiling shyly at him as the chair creaked softly under her weight.After they finished eating, they drove quietly toward her apartment, the city lights drifting past the car windows like scattered, glowing memories beneath the night’s veil. The journey was wrapped in quiet comfort, broken only by the soft, steady hum of the engine and the unspoken warmth of their shared presence.Calvin parked in front of her apartment building and walked her inside, staying close as though shielding her from the stillness of the night.At her door, he paused and said softly, “Go in a

Calvin’s voice cut through the quiet like a blade drawn in the dark.“I want a full background check on Anthony Curtis. His company. The employees under his direct command. And find out whether Cleopatra works for him.”There was no room for negotiation in his tone, only cold intent.On the other end of the line, Davin straightened instinctively. “Understood, sir.”“I need the results within three days.” Calvin turned slightly toward the window, gaze distant, calculating. “No delays.”“I’ll have everything on your desk as soon as possible, sir.”The call ended.Silence lingered for half a breath.A soft knock.“Sir, your coffee.” Lara’s gentle voice drifted in as she stepped forward, placing the cup carefully on the table.Calvin glanced at her briefly. “Thank you, Mrs. Lara.”“Oh, Mrs. Lara!”Simon’s voice burst into the room as he strode in, dropping onto the couch with reckless energy. “Can I get freshly made orange juice?”“Of course, sir. We still have fresh oranges. I’ll squeeze

Calvin descended the staircase slowly, each step echoing with deliberate weight, as though the very air in the hall bowed to his presence. Silence tightened around the gathering crowd. Some lowered their gazes. Others held their breath. “Insolent,” he said at last, voice low and cold. He stopped midway down, lips curving faintly in something that was not quite a smile. “Really.” “And you believe so?” His gaze swept over Hollander with quiet disdain. “Tell me… did you come here with eyes that refuse to see, or are you simply blind even when the truth stands before you?” “I…” Hollander’s voice fractured, panic seeping through every syllable as he searched desperately for words that would not condemn him further. By the time Calvin reached him, the tension in the room had grown dense enough to choke. “This lady,” Calvin said, voice controlled but cutting, “observed that your model was in distress. She responded with professionalism and ingenuity. Instead of allowing harm, she imp

“Sir, here are the reports.”Davin’s voice was steady, but the tension beneath it was impossible to miss.He stepped forward and laid the thick stack of documents onto the polished table between them. The sharp sound of paper against wood echoed faintly in the quiet office. Photographs followed glossy prints sliding across the surface, faces and buildings captured in frozen moments.“Sit down,” Calvin said.Davin sat across from Calvin, posture straight but tense, a thick folder resting on his lap.Calvin remained seated behind his wide mahogany desk, fingers loosely clasped, expression unreadable. The office was quiet except for the faint hum of the air conditioner.“You have it?” Calvin asked calmly.“Yes.”Davin opened the folder.“Anthony’s gym fitness company in Verenna is called Titan Dominion Fitness Group.”Calvin didn’t react outwardly, but his eyes sharpened slightly.“It’s not a regular gym,” Davin continued. “It’s a full-scale corporate fitness empire. Headquarters in cent

Cleopatra slowly lifted her head from Calvin’s chest, her smile light and teasing as she looked up at him, eyes bright with mischief. “Let’s play in the water,” she said softly. Before he could answer, she suddenly shifted back, laughter slipping from her lips as she scooped a handful of water and splashed it straight at him, quick and playful like a child chasing joy in the sunlight. The splash caught Calvin off guard, droplets scattering across his face and sliding down his jaw. For a moment he only blinked, stunned then a slow, dangerous smile curled at the corner of his lips. “Oh, so you want a war?” he said, voice low with amusement. Cleopatra only laughed, the sound bright and unrestrained as she kicked lightly against the water, sending another wave of splashes toward him before trying to dart away. The water moved around them in restless silver ripples, carrying their laughter like a secret shared only between the two of them. The playful chaos of the splashing suddenly s