All Chapters of The CEO'S Long-Lost Love: Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

Sophie heard a knock at her door and instantly jumped to her feet, excitement surging through her. She rushed over, her face lighting up with a wide smile as she swung the door open.The moment she saw Ray, she threw her arms around him, laughing joyfully.“Seeing you in the daytime feels almost unreal,” she giggled, finally pulling away but keeping hold of his hand as she tugged him inside.“I know! I didn’t expect to be here this early either,” Ray chuckled, shutting the door behind him.“I was stunned when I got your text,” Sophie said, leading him to the couch, where they both flopped down. “Please don’t tell me you got fired,” she teased, her eyes twinkling.Ray burst into laughter. “Why would you even think that?” he asked between chuckles, making Sophie laugh even harder.“I don’t know—it just slipped out,” she admitted, leaning in slightly as her laughter softened.Their amusement faded into a lingering silence, their smiles holding. Then, Ray leaned in, pressing his lips to h

Isla and Jaxon stepped into the private chemotherapy infusion room, the very place Jaxon had requested for her. Mrs. Bennett sat comfortably in her reclining chair, and the moment she spotted them approaching, a radiant smile spread across her face. Beside her, an IV pole and monitoring equipment stood silently.“Hey, Mom,” Isla greeted, offering a soft, bittersweet smile as they pulled their chairs closer and took their seats.“Hi, Mrs. Bennett,” Jaxon added warmly, positioning his chair on her left while Isla settled on her right.Mrs. Bennett slowly turned to him. “Jaxon.” She mustered a smile, though exhaustion made it fleeting. Shifting her gaze to Isla, who was already smiling at her, she sighed. “You didn’t have to drag him into this too.”“This isn’t a bother at all, Mrs. Bennett,” Jaxon reassured her with a gentle smile. “I want to be here.”She studied him for a moment before asking, “What about your job?”Jaxon merely shrugged. “I’m the CEO—I don’t need to be there all the

"They’re back in town," he said, lifting his binoculars to Jaxon’s window, eyes locked on his target."Listen, I’m tired of sitting around. Why don’t we just fucking strike already?" The voice on the other end was laced with impatience."You know why we can’t," he replied, voice steady. "If we move recklessly, Jaxon will catch wind of it, and we’ll be screwed. We need patience.""The waiting is unbearable. I can’t wait to watch him crumble—see that pathetic, miserable look on his face.""Well, you already got a preview in those photos I sent. They had a fight before she left.""I need to know what they were arguing about. Didn’t you say you have someone inside? It’s time we put him to use."He nodded, exhaling slowly. "Yeah... but I doubt he heard anything. He wasn’t close enough. Still, he might be able to get us something. I’ll talk to him.""Good. I’ll be expecting an update. And next time we talk, I want a date. No more waiting."The line went dead.He sighed, lifting his binocula

Alex’s ears throbbed with the pulse of hip-hop music as he stepped into the club, still clad in his work attire after heading straight from the company.For the first time since Jaxon had uncovered the truth about him, he felt a slight sense of relief. But another weight still pressed on his mind. Michael.Weaving through the bodies moving on the dance floor, he made his way to the bar. The counter was crowded, but luck was on his side—an empty seat awaited him.He sank onto it with a heavy sigh, sweeping his gaze across the room. ‘Why’s this place so packed today?’ The thought crossed his mind before realization hit. ‘it’s Friday night, of course it is packed.’Turning to the bartender, he forced a strained smile. “Whiskey,” he ordered. She returned his smile with ease and nodded, reaching for a glass.As she worked, Alex dug into his bag for his phone, tapping open his DMs with Michael. Nothing had changed. Every apology he’d sent sat there, read but ignored. His jaw clenched. The s

Michael struggled but managed to carry Alex up the stairs and into his bedroom. Alex had been out cold the entire drive back to his estate.With a grunt, Michael dropped Alex onto the bed and let out a deep sigh of relief. He collapsed beside him, chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. Carrying Alex had taken its toll.Turning his head, Michael studied Alex, who lay peacefully beside him. He pushed himself up slightly, eyes fixed on Alex’s face, his expression unreadable.Resting his head on his hand, he kept staring. Asleep, Alex looked softer, almost innocent. Slowly, Michael reached out, brushing a stray strand of hair from his face.‘Why does it have to be like this between us?’ The thought weighed heavy in his mind.As if sensing it, Alex stirred, his weary eyes fluttering open, locking instantly with Michael’s, who had been watching him intently.Without hesitation, Alex raised a hand, fingers ghosting over Michael’s face. “I’m glad you’re here,” he whispered, voice b