All Chapters of The CEO: My Baby's Father : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

The city didn’t look like itself at night. It showed itself in different colors. But Penelope's favorite was gold.And tonight, the lights were golden.The lights fell across the glass towers beautifully, and the venue chosen for the Dawnat Annual Excellence Gala stood at the center of it all, glowing like a statement rather than a building.Inside, everything was so elegant.Crystal chandeliers floated overhead like something Penelope had never seen before. Soft orchestral music drifted through the air. Everyone looked so happy and ready for the event tonight – except her. She just couldn't wait to go home.Penelope stood near the entrance for a moment longer than she meant to.She adjusted her deep wine-red backless body-con dress again, even though it didn’t need adjusting. Demetria had insisted on it. Demetria had also insisted on the color, saying it would make her belong.Penelope had not argued when she insisted. Now, she wasn’t sure if she belonged or if she was just… visible

She had told Wilson she wasn't interested to dance when he had asked her. And now…she was dancing with her boss.Surely, she didn't owe him any thing. But still, it was kind of hurtful…as if probably she just didn't want to dance with him.She sighed. God!As she tried to smile at him, he turned and walked out. Her little smile dropped. Oh dear. How would she explain to Wilson that their boss was a wizard?Finally, the long-awaited gala ended. The music softened into background hum and conversations lessened into polite, elegant farewells. The glow of the hall dimmed just slightly, and to Penny, it was a sign that everyone should get out.Penelope had rushed to where Wilson stood, near the exit, “Wilson!”His eyes lifted up, meeting hers and then he adjusted his cufflinks casually.“So,” he said, glancing at her. “You survived the gala.”Penelope let out a small breath. W…was he trying to act dismissive?“Wilson..I…I.. can explain.”He frowned, “Explain what?”She gulped slightly, th

The mansion had become quiet. A very tense quiet.Calvin stared at Victoria. Victoria smiled at him. But no one spoke.This quiet stretched thin between two people pretending not to sharpen knives behind their smiles.Victoria Vane stood near the grand piano now, slowly swirling the wine in her glass like she had all the time in the world.Calvin remained near the entrance for a moment longer, loosening his cufflinks with slow movements.But his eyes had gone colder. There was a pest in his home right now. And she was blonde.“Penelope Adams,” Victoria repeated softly, tasting the name again. “Interesting girl.”Calvin’s gaze lifted to hers instantly, “And why exactly are you talking about my employee?”Victoria smiled faintly.“Employee?” she asked. “Is that all she is?”The room chilled further. Calvin walked toward the bar counter, placing his keys down with a quiet click.“You came into my house at midnight to gossip?”“I came because you’ve been acting strangely.”“I haven’t.”Vi

By six-thirty in the evening, Dawnat had begun emptying out floor by floor. The once-busy office had slowly dissolved into quietness.And yet, Penelope Adams was still very much trapped inside Calvin Dawson’s office with approximately seventeen unfinished reports and a rapidly dying will to live.She stared blankly at her screen. Then at the spreadsheet. Then back at the screen again.“…I hate numbers,” she muttered.“You’ve said that three times in the last hour.”Her soul nearly evacuated her body. Penelope spun around sharply to him.Calvin looked up from his desk without even blinking, one hand still flipping through documents.“You are like a ghost,” she accused.“That sounds like a you problem.”Her lips twitched. So unfair. This man shouldn’t be capable of humor. Not after ruining her peace daily.Outside the massive windows behind him, rain poured heavily over the city now, turning the skyline blurry and silver. Occasional thunder rumbled faintly in the distance.Very cinemati

The Dawson family mansion loomed ahead of Calvin. He was home. But it did not feel like a home.He felt like he was walking through a historically important structure, wrapped in marble and gold.As Calvin’s car rolled past the enormous iron gates, his jaw tightened slightly. The estate stretched endlessly ahead, manicured gardens gleaming beneath the pale morning sun while towering fountains spilled water with almost proud elegance.Trust his parents to make a show of their home. It looked so Victorian, beautiful …and worrisome .The mansion itself stood like a monarch overlooking its kingdom, all ivory stone and massive windows.He remembered when he taught Vanessa how to ride a bike on this vast space. A smile flickered on his lips. Such good times.Calvin stepped out of the car smoothly, adjusting the sleeve of his black coat as one of the staff hurried to greet him.“Welcome back, Mr. Dawson.”He nodded and walked into the grandeur.The interior was exactly as he remembered. High