บททั้งหมดของ Too Late To Love Me, Mr CEO.: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 6

Thea's POV.“Oh my God!” The pregnancy test slipped from my fingers and clattered against the tiled bathroom floor.For a moment, I stared, unable to breathe. There were two red lines on the strip. Not one, but two freaking red lines!Fingers trembling, I picked it up again, pressing a hand over my mouth.I was pregnant with our baby. A cute, tiny little Myles. I lowered myself into the bath tub and cried tears of happiness.We had spent three years building a life together. Three years of loving each other. And eventually we were going to get married and have children.I smiled through my tears. I couldn't wait to tell him. I grabbed my phone and dialed. He picked on the second ring.“Are you busy?““A little. Why?" “Can you come home? I have something important to tell you.“ I spent the next one hour fixing my appearance, and making his favourite lunch. By the time I was done, the apartment smelled of the pasta I'd made, sunlight spilling over the plates and the two glasses of

Thea's POVFIVE YEARS LATER.I alighted from the plane, squinting as the sun's harsh glare hit my eyes. I automatically reached into my bag for my sunglasses, then stopped myself. Right. I left them on the vanity back home on purpose. I disliked them.I disliked the way those nose pads dug into my skin, the way they trapped heat, and smudged my brow makeup. I’d rather die than look like a cliché librarian in this vintage Prada trench coat. I pulled my luggage off the carousel and waited as a black car rolled up.The window wound down."Hey, beauty."Alonzo leaned out, winking at me. He was my business partner; co-founder of the firm we'd built from nothing, and the only man alive who could annoy me and make me laugh in the same breath. He had that permanently amused look, and a sharp jaw that darkened with stubble he never quite bothered to shave."You better hurry. My baby is waiting for me."I glared at him, hauling my luggage into the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat

Myles' POV The following day.My office door opened without a knock. The witch never knocked, not once in thirty-one years, as though the act itself would concede some power she wasn't willing to give."You could at least knock." My jaw ticked. "You could at least look pleased to see your mother." She said, crossing the office and settling into the chair across from my desk. "State what you here came for." I said, my voice icy. "Must I want something before I visit my only son?" She asked. I just stared at her. She continued, “Celeste called me this morning. She said she tried to video call you from London about delays with her Master's program, you didn't answer."“If that's why you're here this morning, please see yourself out.“ I returned to the file on my desk, not bothering to look up again.She was quiet for a moment. “Fine. But at least eat something. You've gotten really lean. Your cheekbones are practically cutting glass."Then something crossed my mind. I'd been meani