Is this love, Mr CEO? のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 101 - チャプター 110

Rosé POVI could literally feel Navy hold his breath after Alexander’s announcement, overcome with emotions, Tabitha clung to him, with tears streaming down her face, “I just found you,” she sobbed, “I don’t want to die…“You won’t die, ma’am” I reassured her, “Alexander, can you schedule us for the surgery?”“What are you saying?” Tabitha cut in, her voice suddenly firm, “Who is Alexander? Why would I put my life in his hands?!”“Oh…” I exclaimed, her words lingered in the room stifling the air in it. Alexander and I exchanged glances and I mouthed my apologies.“I want the best hospital in Washington, with good doctors who know their patient-doctor boundaries.”“Stop crying, I’ll get you everything to get better,” Navy consoled, patting her back gently.The office held its breath as Tabitha wiped her face dry, stood up, and made her way to the door.“Your car is in the parking lot, isn’t it?” Navy nodded in response. She slammed the door shut and the room released its breath.“Doc

Rosé’s POVHe knew she was wrong but somehow he still chose her side. As the words left his mouth, my heart sank.“It’s not just a bed, the essence of this room is us. This is our matrimonial bed, and a third person on it is just disrespectful,” I explained, my heart pumping with frustration.I could tell Navy was feeling frustrated too, his eyes flared with irritation as he bellowed,“Why are you making a fuss? We’re not even in a …” he paused, swallowing the obvious remaining words.“When we’re not even in a real marriage,” I bet that’s what he wanted to say but he held back.In a situation where I was busy fighting for what I thought was for ‘us’, it only felt like I was opposing his mother to him. Tabitha’s nicely played theatrics painted a convincing picture of me as the bully and her, as the innocent. She made it look so believable. There was no need to explain myself, the disapproving look on Navy’s face announced his feelings clearly, tears welled up my eyes and threatened t

Paula and I ended our conversation minutes ago, yet I found myself unable to leave Rosé’s room. My mind raced with thoughts, wondering about her whereabouts.Despite Paula’s reassuring words, the lingering fear persisted,- what if she was somewhere in the streets, passed out like the day I found her outside my gate!Trauma, it seemed had taken hold of me, sending messages that stirred unimaginable emotions in my mind.Tossing the phone away, I slumped on the bed. My hands went to my head, as if holding it tightly would keep my thoughts together.A wave of unexplainable emotions hit me, but above all, fear and regret gripped my mind leaving me momentarily lost.Unexpectedly, a soft knock echoed in the room, I looked up to find Tabitha staring back at me. “Is everything alright?” She asked tenderly.In that moment, my troubled heart broke down, admitting my overwhelming emotions. The hands on my head went to my face, concealing my dripping tears.“No, no, don’t cry, you can talk to m

NAVY'S POV"Oh, come on! That is barely even a matter. The French Government are just being mean!" Monsieur Luc vented as Taylor poured him another glass of whiskey."Luc, allow him speak for a second. What were you saying about Rosé? I am quite curious," Trent leaned in,I exhaled loudly, covering my face with my hands."I’d rather not talk about it..." "Well, to hell with the story!" Luc exclaimed, "let's drown our sorrows in a full glass of whiskey and gulp it in one go, it'll burn down our throat and wash away all these pain in one go.""You must crazy," Trent reposted."He's not crazy, he's just drunk. This is our third bottle, sir" I quipped, barely able to keep my eyes open. "Should we call it a night, gentlemen?"Trent blinked in disbelief, "I didn't think anyone was waiting for you at home," "Well, no one is..." I replied hesitantly."Good then, because we are to a club next. I know a bad place""Club?" Luc exclaimed urgently, "my wife will kill me,""It's just one night, m

I lost the motivation to do anything or go anywhere. I just wanted to document my pregnancy journey, every moment of the day. But even that had gotten boring, I lost interest in it when every passing day was a painful reminder that my daughter might not have her father, just like me.For days I was strong, I held it all in and ate breakfasts and dinner whilst battling a sore lump in my throat. I missed him, in a way unimaginable, it ached. I would've rather taken our fights over the absolute absence.Every day I woke up, I silently prayed the day would be the day he came for me."Hi happy pregnant lady, how is your documentary going? Can I see?" Maya's chappy voice echoed in the silence, bringing me from my thoughts.Maya, by the way, had been a huge sponsor of my documentary, I owed her a time view at least.Unwillingly, I pivoted the laptop to her, pressing the play button.Gentle, soothing music began to play in the background, as the visuals of my stomach progressing for the las