All Chapters of When My Husband Lost Me, His CEO Found Me: Chapter 151 - Chapter 160

Adrian's Point of ViewSerena was dancing with Noah.So what about it?This evening, she danced with Jack.With Ben.I didn't even mind.I could simply look at those dances for what they actually were.Close friends having fun on the dance floor.Laughing and moving to the music.Nothing more.However, Noah...With him, everything felt different.Maybe because now I knew that from him...She is different.And…Somehow…She is different.For me too.And Serena...The woman who didn't know any of this was still smiling.Still enjoying the moment.The song ended.Good.I sighed in relief.But right then, the lights around the dance floor dimmed.What the hell?The upbeat music faded away.Several people cheered.“All right, everyone. Time to slow down a little.” the main singer’s voice echoed.More cheering came from the crowd.“And this one is a special request from our birthday boy.”My eyes immediately shifted to Noah.And the woman standing so close to him.The first notes of a famous

Serena's Point of ViewI was driving Adrian home.Since the day I'd seen him at Lena's, Adrian had driven me countless times.To work.Home.Shopping.To see my Theo.To so many other places.I had sat in the passenger seat of his car so many times, watching him drive with the same calm, effortless control he seemed to have over everything.But tonight, for the first time, I was driving him home.He sat in the passenger seat, his injured hand resting carefully in his lap, watching the road with an expression I couldn't read.The hospital visit had fortunately been uncomplicated. The doctor had cleaned the wound properly, confirmed there were no glass fragments left behind, and stitched two small cuts that had been deeper than they looked.There was no serious damage, but he'd been advised to keep the hand dry and avoid using it as much as possible for the next few days, at least until the wounds started to heal.I stopped the car in my usual parking spot in front of the apartment comp

Adrian's Point of ViewI had spent most of my life believing kissing was too intimate.And last night proved I had been right.Because now that I had kissed her, every time she was close to me, I couldn't think about anything else but kissing her again.Even right now, when I looked down at the woman sleeping soundly in my arms, all I wanted was to press my lips against those pink lips that had felt incredibly soft yet so goddamn tempting.And yet, here was Serena, sleeping so peacefully, so innocently, with her head resting against my chest. Her hand was still curled loosely into my T-shirt. One of her legs had somehow tangled with mine.She had no idea how hard the heart beneath her cheek was beating for her.I didn't know how many times since I'd woken up that kiss from last night had begun to replay in my mind.For the first few seconds, I had been too consumed by jealousy, helplessness, and anger to think about what the hell I was doing.And then...She began to kiss me back.Tha

Adrian's Point of View“You disappeared rather suddenly last night.”I looked at the man I had to call my father across his desk.As expected, he had wanted me here as soon as possible just to discuss this.“My hand was injured,” I said calmly.“I heard.”His gaze fell briefly onto my bandaged hand before returning to my face.“Quite an injury too, apparently.”“It was nothing.”“If you say so.”He leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving mine.The faint smile on his face irritated me far more than his words.“And I also heard...”He paused and observed my face for a second.“That Serena panicked at the sight of her bleeding CEO and disappeared with you.”Just like I thought.If he already knew somehow that she had gone with me, there was no reason to try to deny it.“Your little lover seems to be really concerned about you, doesn't she, Adrian?”My jaw tightened.“Don't call her that.”The smile on his face disappeared.“She isn't anyone's little lover,” I continued, keeping

Adrian's Point of ViewI kissed her on the lips.I hugged her to sleep.I'd told her she should start cooking for two.And just a few hours ago, I'd been sitting on her sofa, kissing her whenever I felt like it.How the hell was I supposed to make all of those things less visible?I opened my eyes and looked at Watson.“So what exactly are you suggesting?”He glanced at me briefly before returning his attention to the road.“Sir?”“Should I stop going to her place?”He didn't answer.“Should I stop driving her around every day?”Watson remained silent for a long moment.“If you could do all of that,” he finally said, “it would probably be the safest option.”My jaw tightened.Then he added calmly,“But I know you can't do that.”I looked at him.“Can you?”“No.”The answer left my mouth before I could even think.“No. I can't,” I added, taking a deep breath.Watson nodded slightly.“So what the hell am I supposed to do, Watson? How exactly am I going to make things less visible withou