Lahat ng Kabanata ng Faceless Love with Mr CEO : Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Mia's POVThe day had dragged on, and as evening fell, I was finally out of his office tidying up my desk, eager to leave the office. Just when I thought the day couldn’t get any worse, I felt Carl’s presence beside me. His expression was, as always, unreadable.“Mia, follow me,” he said sharply."Okay...sir,” I replied, swallowing the rising irritation in my voice as I trailed behind him.Carl led me to the break room and turned to face me. His eyes scanned my dress, my roughly tied-up chestnut hair, and the heart-shaped glasses that rested on my nose. The way he stared made me feel self-conscious, as if every aspect of me was somehow wrong in his eyes.I could feel the tension thick in the air. Before Carl could speak, the door swung open and Hans strolled in. His eyes lit up with surprise, and something more jealousy maybe?“Am I interrupting something?” Hans asked with a grin, but his eyes flicked sharply between Carl and me.Carl straightened, his usual cold face slipping back in

**MIA'S POV**It was another day for me to struggle with my nightmare called a husband. Everything just gets me pissed, my whole I'll be treated as a slave and would never be heard. All thanks to my mother and my grandfather."I think I'm done here, what's left?" I looked around to be sure that I had nothing left behind.My days would be numbered if I get to work late. I put on finishing touches on the things that I had left."Ohh, I forgot something." I went back inside and came back with a pile of files. The cars were ready to move, I got into one of them and I left for the company.When we arrived at the company I rushed out and ran to the office. Everyone looked at me like a mad woman but no one knew what I would have to face.The door squeaked as I opened slowly. Carl was there already struggling to get the files that were beneath him.I cleared my throat and opened the door fully. When he heard my voice, he slowly took his head up and sighed."You really think you can stress th

  (Mia’s POV    I wasn’t sure what had pulled me toward the dining area, but as I stepped inside, I halted. There, seated at the long, grand dining table, was Carl. He wasn’t eating. He was simply sitting there, staring blankly at the plate before him. A faint, unreadable expression crossed his face as he lifted his fork, poked at the food absentmindedly, then set it back down. His posture was stiff, shoulders drawn in slightly, as if he were deep in thought. I frowned. It wasn’t the first time I had noticed this. In the weeks since our forced marriage, I had observed Carl’s peculiar relationship with food. He barely ate. If anything, he only picked at whatever was served, never truly indulging in a meal. At first, I thought it was just his preference, but the more I paid attention, the more unsettling it became.

  Carl’s Cold and Harsh Attitude (Carl’s POV –   I had no interest in playing nice. Mia had been forced into my life, into my company, into my space. And I hated it. Every morning, she showed up at my office like she belonged here, with that calm, unbothered expression, as if my presence didn’t affect her. As if she had every right to be here. She didn’t. She was an outsider. A woman my father forced into my life for reasons I still didn’t fully understand. And I made sure she knew it. “Coffee,” I said without looking up as I flipped through the morning reports. I heard her pause for a second before responding. “You already have a cup.” I exhaled sharply

Carl’s Face Blindness at Work (Carl’s POV ….   I had spent years perfecting the art of control. In business, in life, in every interaction—I made sure I was the one in charge. But there was one thing I had never been able to control. My face blindness. It was a weakness, a flaw I had learned to hide so well that no one—no one—had ever suspected it. Not my employees. Not the board. Not even Hans, despite his attempts to always be one step ahead of me. But today, I came dangerously close to slipping. The boardroom was full, and the conversation buzzed around me. I sat at the head of the table, my expression unreadable as I listened to my executives discuss projections and expansion strategies. The numbers made sense. The words were clear