All Chapters of After 18 Years, Mr. CEO Wants Me Back: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

I walked to the bathroom after Damian released his hug. I needed time alone, needed to calm my chaotic mind. I turned on the faucet and let warm water flow into the large bathtub. Steam began to rise, filling the room with soothing warmth. I took off my clothes slowly, then stepped into the water, feeling the warmth envelop my body.I closed my eyes, letting my mind wander. But Charles's shadow kept appearing in my head. His sly smile, his gaze full of desire, and his tempting words."I can build that beauty hospital for you."I shook my head hard, trying to push that image away."No, Alissa. You can't take that dirty opportunity. You have to take good revenge. You have to destroy Damian in your own way, without having to cheat with another man. That would make you the same woman as Laura, and you don't want that."I submerged my face in the water, letting the warmth engulf me. I had to stay focused. I had to remember my goal. I married Damian to take his money, to destroy him like he

After Louis left, the atmosphere in the house felt warmer. There was a new energy flowing between us, as if the conversation about snow and London had opened a small door that had been closed for so long. Damian smiled more often, and I felt a strange calm in my chest.Today was my day off. No surgeries, no patients, no emergency calls. Just me and Damian in this big house, with time stretching wide before us.I spent the morning reading a book in the living room, while Damian busied himself with his laptop in the study. But I could feel his gaze occasionally fixed on me, and it made me blush. There was a tension hanging in the air, a sweet and tempting tension.As the sun rose higher, Damian came out of his study. He walked toward me, sitting beside me on the sofa. His hand reached for mine, his fingers gently playing with mine."You know, sweetheart, I've been working hard enough this week. I think I deserve a break."I looked at him, seeing a mischievous glint in his eyes."What ar

The next day, I woke up and Damian was still sleeping soundly beside me, his face calm and peaceful.I got up carefully, not wanting to wake Damian. I showered, put on my makeup, and wore neat but not flashy clothes. I left a small note for Damian that I was going to the hospital for an urgent matter, then stepped out of the house.The drive to the hotel where Charles was staying felt incredibly long. Every passing second made me more nervous. I didn't know what would happen, but I knew I had to face it.When I arrived at the hotel, I walked toward the room Charles had mentioned. I knocked hesitantly, and a moment later, the door opened. Charles stood there, wearing a neat white shirt and black pants. His smile was smug as he saw me, his eyes glinting with triumph."Finally you came, sweetheart," he said, opening the door wide. "I knew you wouldn't be able to resist."I stepped in carefully, my eyes scanning the surroundings. The hotel room was luxurious, with a city view from the lar

I couldn't sleep that night. Adrian's words kept echoing in my head. Damian was involved in Laura's death? Damian left Laura with a huge debt? This was very contradictory to everything Damian had told me. I had to meet Adrian again and had to know more.The next day, I sent a message to Adrian and asked to meet again. He agreed, and we met at the same cafe. This time, Adrian seemed calmer, but his eyes still held deep sadness."I'm sorry for making you uneasy," he said, sipping his coffee. "But I felt you deserved to know the truth about Damian.""I want to hear everything. Tell me what really happened between Damian and Laura."Adrian let out a long sigh, his eyes looking teary."Laura was my sister. I loved her more than anyone. When she married Damian, I was happy. I thought Damian was a good man, a man who would make Laura happy. But I was wrong. Damian's parents were too involved in their marriage. They always criticized Laura, always said she wasn't good enough for Damian. They

I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with empty eyes. Damian had left, leaving me alone with unanswered questions. The IV was still attached to my arm, but the pain I felt didn't come from the needle. It came from doubt, from distrust, from the feeling that I might have made a huge mistake by trusting Damian.A few hours later, the treatment room door opened again. Damian entered cautiously, carrying a food box. His face was still pale, his eyes red, as if he hadn't slept at all."I brought you your favorite food. I asked the chef at your favorite restaurant to make it specially for you."I didn't answer. I just kept staring at the ceiling.Damian placed the food box on the bedside table, then sat in the chair beside me. He didn't try to touch me again, just sat quietly, looking at me with a worried gaze."I can't stand seeing you like this. I know something's bothering you. Please, tell me what's wrong."I finally turned to him, my eyes looking at him sharply."I met Adrian," I said