All Chapters of The CEO'S Long-Lost Love: Chapter 11 - Chapter 18

Isla woke up early to get ready for work, determined not to delay Jaxon by being unprepared.Once she finished, she sat on her bed for a moment, idly scrolling through her phone. It didn’t take long for boredom to set in, prompting her to get up and stretch her legs. She stepped out of the bedroom and into the living room, deciding to feed her curiosity. Her gaze quickly landed on an artistic portrait hanging on the wall. The living room was eerily quiet, as if frozen in time, suggesting that Henry had already left after his shift. Drawn to the painting, she stood before it, captivated by its details.The portrait was a black-and-white painting of a serene landscape. And for a moment, Isla was lost in the painting when suddenly, Jaxon’s deep, firm voice cut through the silence from behind her.“You’re ready.”“Haaa!” Isla yelped, spinning around, her hands flying to her chest as she tried to steady her racing heart. Her wide eyes locked onto Jaxon, and for a second, she froze.“Mr. J

Jaxon glanced at his wristwatch for what felt like the hundredth time, and this time, his patience snapped. It was already past 7 p.m. He started pacing in front of her desk, his eyes darting to the restroom door every time he passed it.Finally, the door creaked open, and Isla emerged, softly sniffing. Her head was bowed, and she didn’t notice him standing there until she nearly reached her desk.Her breath hitched as her gaze lifted, meeting his. “Mr. Jaxon…” she murmured, quickly smoothing the sadness from her expression.Without a word, Jaxon stepped closer, and Isla found herself frozen in place, as though his presence commanded her feet to stay rooted.He stopped mere inches away, his intense stare forcing her to lower her eyes. Her heart raced in her chest.“Is this your new strategy for staying late at work?” he asked, his tone sharp.Isla’s brows knitted together as she shook her head. “No, of course not,” she said. She glanced up at him briefly before looking away. “I didn’t

The moment Isla switched on her new phone, a flood of messages from Sophie began pouring in, along with several missed calls. They hadn’t seen each other since Isla left the house two nights ago.As she walked out of the mall, Isla dialed Sophie’s number, her gaze fixed on Jaxon’s car while she waited for Sophie to answer.“You’re alive!” Sophie’s voice exploded through the speaker, prompting Isla to wince and quickly move the phone away from her ear. “Where the hell have you been? I just left the police station, and they told me I have to wait another 48 hours before I can report you as missing!”“What?” Isla’s eyes widened in shock. “Sophie, you didn’t have to do that! I’m fine,” she assured, her back turned against the car as she spoke.“How was I supposed to know that?” Sophie shot back defensively. “You didn’t come home last night, and your phone was off. I even went to Waverly’s company an hour ago, and they said you weren’t there either. I was so worried—that’s why I went to th

Jaxon sat in his office, eyes fixed on his laptop as he worked diligently. A knock at the door broke his concentration. Raising his head, he saw his private investigator, Charlie, step in with a mild smile.It was that time of the month again, and Jaxon silently hoped for good news. Rising from his seat, he extended a hand across the desk. "Charlie," he greeted."Mr. Waverly," Charlie replied politely. Jaxon gestured toward a chair, inviting him to sit."Tell me you've got good news," Jaxon said, settling back into his chair and pulling it closer to the desk.Charlie shook his head slowly, his expression apologetic. "It's the same, boss. There's no trace of her. Every lead just... circles back to..." He hesitated, studying Jaxon’s reaction.Jaxon’s face tightened with disappointment, his brow furrowing. "Her grave," he finished for him. Charlie nodded somberly."If you want me to keep searching, I will," Charlie offered with an encouraging nod, but Jaxon’s patience and faith was begi