Todos os capítulos de THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip: Capítulo 61 - Capítulo 70

But his massive, stubborn pride instantly slammed the door shut.The image of her laughing with Allan—mocking his cherished red lace, reducing his secret year of devotion to a drunk, pathetic mistake—flashed through his mind like a torch. If he backed down now, if he showed her a single drop of vulnerability after she had trampled his pride, he would lose every shred of leverage he had left.So instead of reaching out, William’s jaw hardened into a rigid, uncompromising line. He leaned back into his leather chair, crossing his broad arms over his chest, his dark blue eyes turning into impenetrable glaciers."Is that all, Miss Pascual?" William asked, his baritone so cold and detached it felt like a slap across her face.He didn't thank her. He didn't acknowledge the hours of hyper-efficient labor she had just poured into fixing his schedule. He looked straight through her, treating her with the ultimate cruelty: making her feel completely unwanted, completely unseen, and utterly disp

He looked broad, towering, and terrifyingly unhinged. Just as Emma had said, the perfectionist titan was unraveling. The top button of his crisp white dress shirt was undone, his silk tie loosened just enough to expose the rigid, straining muscle of his throat. Dark, bruised circles framed his sharp blue eyes—eyes that burned with a volatile mix of raw exhaustion, lethal anger, and an obsessive, agonizing tension that radiated across the entire executive floor.He didn't sleep. He had sat in his sports car until two in the morning, watching her apartment windows, tormented by the sight of her half-unbuttoned, laughing, and holding another man’s arm. Then he had driven back to the tower, pacing his office like a caged predator for four agonizing hours, drowning in his own possessive rage and crippled pride.His dark eyes swept across the room, locking onto Jane instantly.He took in every detail of her appearance in a single, brutal second—the cream-yellow suit that did nothing to hid

Finally, Senior Executive Vice President Miller—the oldest, greyest, and most bulletproof man in the company—stepped forward, smoothing his tie."Enough of this madness," Miller declared in a gravelly whisper. "If someone is dead in there, HR needs to log it before lunch. Move aside.""Mr. Miller, no! He’ll destroy you!" Julia squeaked, but Miller was already reaching for the brass handle.Expecting a flying coffee mug, an hurled stapler, or a crime scene, Miller slowly cracked the door open a single inch. Emma, Julia, and the IT director squeezed in right behind him, holding their collective breath.The door swung open smoothly on its hinges.There was no broken glass. No flying folders. No murder.

"Yes! His boyfriend!" Jane wiped a stray lock of hair behind her ear, glaring up at him with tear-trimmed eyes. "The only person I was with was my best friend and his partner! So you sat in your fancy sports car across the street, throwing thousands of dollars at late-night delivery apps out of spite, just to mark your territory while acting like you didn't care?!"William opened his mouth, his sharp executive mind suddenly utterly paralyzed. He looked at her—at the woman who had spent the night weeping over him, who knew him better than anyone on earth, and who was currently standing in his office calling out his most pathetic, desperate act of possessive love."I..." William began, the great titan of Manhattan completely lost for words, his hands twitching as if he desperately wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms, but his stubborn pride kept him anchored to the floor. "The soup... was meant to keep you from starving.""Oh yeah? Is that why you said all those things to Miss

"Right away, Jane!" Julia squeaked, yanking the door open so fast she nearly pulled it off its hinges."Working on it now, sir!" Emma added frantically, and within half a second, both women bolted out into the hallway, leaving the double doors to slam shut behind them once again.The heavy silence returned to the executive suite, thick, suffocating, and charged with electricity.Jane didn't break eye contact for a single second. She slowly smoothed down the front of her wrinkled yellow suit jacket, adjusted her clip, and gave him one final, icy nod."If that is all for your brand strategy, Mr. Reynold... I’ll go draft your ex-girlfriend's offer letter.""Good," William said, his baritone practically dripping with dark, mocking satisfaction. "Make it quick. And while you're at it, arrange a private dinner date for Miss White and me later tonight. Somewhere exclusive. Add some dramatic ambiance—a quiet corner table, red roses, champagne—and order a diamond necklace from our flagship jewe