All Chapters of THE CEO'S MISTAKE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Riella's POV.I settled in the solitude of books, reading the book I had chosen. I was still a bit shook by Harold's confirmation earlier.Someone had been watching me?Someone had been following me.That feeling, that gut feeling like someone watching me had settled in me all those years when I was with Desmond. Everywhere I went, it always felt like he was there watching me.But that day, when he ceased to exist in my life, I thought the feeling had died. I thought it had withered and died because the one person triggering it had gone.Well, I was wrong.I didn't realize that not until I got into my car this morning and the feeling re-awakened in me. And it didn't stop, not until I got to Harold's house.God, I had been deeply shaken. I thought it was just a feeling and I was being paranoid for nothing but it didn't seem so anymore.I greedily read the last few sentences of the novel I had chosen. It had been a while with me seated here, reading one of the many novels available.As

Riella's POV.I rolled over to the other side, feeling fatigued and pulled me in. I knew I should probably get out of bed now if I didn't want to be late for work but I was feeling very lazy.I rolled to the other side of the bed and pulled the duvet closer snuggling. I didn't even know why I was this drained but I was exhausted.Groaning loudly, I flicked the duvet from my body and forced myself to peel my eyes open. The room was a bit dark since I failed to raise the curtains last night. I climbed out of bed and stretched my limbs. Pulling my feet into a pair of flip-flops, I skipped to the bathroom lazily to do my thing. In a few minutes, I was out of the bathroom dressing up for work. I was a bit confused about what to wear so like always, I allowed my hands to do the picking. Eventually, I got my hands on a black pencil skirt that stopped just at my knee with a purple floral blouse. I paired this with purple peep-toe heels but this time, I made sure to pack a pair of slippers

Harold's POVAs I climbed out of the car, the first thing–someone I noticed was Riella. She was standing right outside the door, clutching her phone. I frowned.I hadn't locked her out, right?I couldn't even have done that since I had given her the security codes that would help her into the house. So, why in the world was she standing there, eyes fixed on me?I took my time walking up to her and it wasn't until I was inches away did I realize that she wasn't with her bag which meant that she had probably settled in. So, why was she standing here, waiting for me? Or maybe it wasn't me she was waiting for.“Harold, ” she called. I stopped, meeting her eyes and I saw the concern in her eyes. But I really didn't need her to explain anything. I didn't want her to mention anything. What was I even going to say to her?I like you so much that you are everywhere occupying my thoughts yet I am marrying someone else?Shit!“Forget about it, ” I dismissed and successfully stopped her from sayi

Riella's POV.I rushed out of the shower and wrapped the large towel around me. My gaze fell on the large room before me when I stepped out of the bathroom. While I had gone home to pack my stuff, Harold had gone all out to make this room mine. The designs and everything made the room cozy with warmth.I started to dry my skin with the large towel while I looked through my box for something to wear. I wasn't going to unpack since I would be leaving soon. I grabbed a pair of washed faded boyfriend shorts and a baggy T-shirt I had stolen from my dad the last time I went home.The brown-colored top covered my thick frame and fell to my thighs, just a few inches before the length of the shorts on my mid-thighs. Since I had washed my hair, I unwrapped it from the smaller towel I had wrapped it into. I went away to dry the towels and when I came back, I slipped my foot into a pair of flip-flops I had brought with me, combed my hair with my hands as I walked out of the room with my phone in

Harold's POV.I sighed in content as I watched her move about the kitchen while humming to a tune I was not familiar with. She had said she was going to fix dinner and here she was doing just that.I knew what I was signing up for when I asked her to move in for a while. But now, this was seeming like a lot more than I bargained for. A lot more than I wished for.I leaned against the door, my eyes fixated on her and not able to look away. Shr had me awestruck in a way that had me thinking things. She had me longing for a home like this.This was her in the kitchen trying to make dinner. Like a wife. Brittany would never do that. She would never offer to ruin her perfect fingers and I don't know what I'm doing comparing the two ladies but I knew what I wanted. Or who I wanted. I just couldn't have her.I let out a groan absentmindedly and she flinched, a bit startled. She was not aware that I was in the kitchen with her. She turned toward me and rested her hand on her hip. She frowned