Todos os capítulos de THE CEO'S ACCIDENTAL CONFESSION: The Lingerie Slip: Capítulo 71 - Capítulo 80

A faint, high-pitched gurgle echoed from somewhere beneath her silk gown. It sounded suspiciously like an outboard motor struggling to catch a spark. Jessa’s eyes widened to the size of dinner plates, her posture snapping straight up as a light sheen of cold sweat instantly broke out across her forehead."William, darling," she squeaked, her voice suddenly two octaves higher. "Where... where is the powder room?""Right down the hall, second door on the left," William replied, his jaw twitching.Jessa didn't walk; she practically levitated out of her chair, her backless gown fluttering behind her as she power-walked out of the dining suite at a speed that defied high heels.Not thirty seconds later, the kitchen doors swung open, and Jane stepped in carrying a fresh bottle of sparkling water, her expression an absolute picture of innocent, dutiful secretarial concern.Smirking triumphantly behind William's back, Jane didn't wait around to face the impending nuclear fallout. She darted

Jane chewed aggressively, raising a single, dark eyebrow at the screen. "7:00 AM sharp?" she scoffed aloud to her empty kitchen, shoveling another bite of pork into her mouth. "You wish, Reynold. You're lucky if I show up by eight."An hour later, thoroughly stuffed, shower-fresh, and wrapped in her favorite oversized sweatpants, Jane finally collapsed onto her bed. Her anger had settled into a comfortable, sleepy warm haze. She picked up her phone to do her nightly scroll through social media before turning off the lights.She opened her browser, and the absolute worst mistake of her night stared right back at herThe top trending headline across every major Manhattan elite blog and gossip site was plastered in bold, neon-red text, complete with a high-definition photo array:[REYNOLD ENTERPRISES CEO REUNITES WITH SUPERMODEL JESSA WHITE! EXCLUSIVE PHOTOS OF WILLIAM REYNOLD CARRIED HIS 'WEAK-KNEED' BEAUTY OUT OF PRIVATE SUITE AFTER ROMANTIC DIAMOND-STUDDED DINNER!]Jane’s blood instan

William’s lips twitched. He leaned forward slightly, resting his hands on the edge of the desk, reducing the distance between them until she could smell his sharp, expensive cologne mixed with the faint scent of black coffee."She recovered enough to appreciate her new necklace," William murmured, his voice dropping into a low, deliberate tease. "She was very complimentary of your taste, Miss Pascual. She thought the diamonds suited her beautifully."Jane’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched sharply near her temple. "I'm thrilled to hear it, sir. Next time, I'll ensure the jeweler picks an even larger piece so it can properly compensate for her spent evening in the rest room.""Is that concern for my guest?" William asked, his voice velvety, his eyes glittering with a dark, triumphant light as he watched the flush rise up her neck. "Or are you just furious because I carried her out instead of you?""I would rather be dragged through live coals than carried by you, Mr. Reynold," Jan

William stood frozen behind the glass, the phone still pressed uselessly against his ear. A sudden, bitter taste filled his mouth.He had wanted to provoke her. He had wanted to force a confession out of her, to drive her to the absolute edge until she finally admitted how much she cared. But as he watched her calmly open a blank spreadsheet to finalize the budget for his fake engagement, a horrifying realization hit him like a physical blow:He hadn't forced her to break. He had just pushed her entirely away.The hours bled together in a suffocating, unbearable blur. For the first time in his career, William Reynold accomplished absolutely nothing.He sat behind his massive mahogany desk, staring through the glass wall as Jane executed every single one of his orders with terrifying, flawless precision. His suit was picked up and hung in his private wardrobe by 9:55 AM sharp. The reservation at Le Monde was confirmed. The three afternoon strategy meetings were rescheduled without a s

Every instinct in his body screamed at him to snatch the phone right out of her hand, but Jane smoothly turned her back to him, tucking her hair behind her ear as she continued chatting in hushed, secretive tones.Frustrated, dark, and dangerously close to losing his mind, William yanked his personal phone out of his pocket as it buzzed with an incoming text.[Victoria: Just spoke to Mike! He landed in LA yesterday and is flying into Manhattan as we speak. I sent him Jane’s contact info. You’re welcome, little brother! xoxo]"Damn it! Damn it!" William swore under his breath, his eyes turning a lethal, stormy blue.Mike. Of all the people in the world, it had to be Michael Cavill.The history was a complete nightmare. Mike wasn't just some random billionaire; he was William’s best friend back at Oxford. He had spent two solid years pining after Victoria, only for Victoria to aggressively friend-zone him into an honorary brother. Out of sheer, chaotic spite, Mike spent the next decade