Semua Bab Billionaire's Regrets:He Hurt Me But Wants Me Back: Bab 11 - Bab 20

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Chapter 11

Leah’s POVThe next morning, I arrive at the office with a renewed sense of purpose. If I’m going to work alongside Dwight Spencer, I refuse to let him—or anyone else—see me as anything less than composed, confident, and in control. My attire is deliberate: a fitted white blouse, high-waisted black pencil skirt, and nude heels. My hair is styled in soft waves, framing my face perfectly, and my makeup is flawless yet subtle.I step through the sleek glass doors, making eye contact with the receptionist, whose mouth forms an "O" as I strut by, my expression unreadable.Then I see him.Dwight stands in the corridor, engaged in conversation with his staff. His stance is as composed as ever—hands tucked into his pockets, suit perfectly tailored to his form, exuding power and authority. But the moment his gaze lifts and lands on me, something shifts.His words falter. His expression remains neutral, but his eyes—those piercing blue eyes—betray him for the briefest second.Desire.It flicker
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Chapter 12

Dwight’s POVThe morning starts like any other—meetings, reports, and the usual cycle of decisions that keep this company running at the level I expect. I like order, structure, control. It’s the only way to ensure success in a world where emotions and sentimentality make people weak.Jordan and I are having a short conversation in the hallway about phony accounts on social media exploiting unsuspecting customers who leave bad reviews on our website when Leah walks in.I see her the moment she steps through the glass doors, the click of her heels sharp against the polished floor. She moves with confidence, her posture poised, her expression unreadable. But it’s her appearance that makes something in me still.She looks stunning.A white blouse, crisp and professional, yet fitting her just enough to hint at the curves I once knew too well. A sleek black pencil skirt that hugs her form, paired with heels that add just the right amount of height. That hair, that familiar, beautiful aubur
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Chapter 13

Leah’s POVThe conference room is already occupied when I arrive, its sleek, minimalist design almost sterile in the early morning light. The long table gleams under the soft glow of recessed lighting, and the air is crisp with the scent of polished wood and freshly brewed coffee. Dwight sits at the head of the table, the embodiment of control, his fingers skimming across the edges of neatly stacked documents. His suit—perfectly tailored as always—fits him with an effortless confidence, a stark contrast to the controlled tension in his posture.The large windows behind him filter sunlight through sheer blinds, casting fragmented patterns on the polished surface of the table. It’s almost poetic—the way the light struggles to break through, much like the past that lingers between us, unspoken yet undeniable.He doesn’t glance up immediately, but I know he’s aware of my presence. He always was—back then and even now.“Ms. Carrington,” he greets finally, his voice as smooth and measured a
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Chapter 14

Leah’s POVThe rhythmic click of my heels echoes through the hallway as I make my way back to my office, my thoughts still tangled in the tension of the meeting. I should be focusing on the campaign, on strategy and execution, but my mind keeps drifting back to Dwight—his sharp gaze, the way his fingers curled ever so slightly when our hands almost touched, the weight of my name on his lips.I shake off the thoughts as I push open the glass door to my workspace. The familiar scent of vanilla and fresh paper greets me, a stark contrast to the cold, corporate air of the conference room. My assistant, Naomi, is already at her desk, fingers flying over her keyboard, but the moment she sees me, she pauses, eyes sparkling with curiosity."Welcome back, Leah." Propping her chin on her hand, she asks, "How did it go?"I set my folder down, exhaling as I lower myself into my chair. "Productive," I say, keeping my tone neutral. "I pretty much will be heading the advertising department for the d
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Chapter 15

Dwight’s POVThe office hums with quiet efficiency as I step out of the conference room. I walk with measured strides, my face unreadable, but inside, my thoughts churn. Leah.I should be past this by now.Yet, seeing her today—poised, confident, effortlessly weaving her ideas into something tangible—stirred something I thought I had buried. I force the thoughts aside, buttoning my suit jacket as I reach the elevator. It’s done. I’d made the decision to have her here. And I have to live with it.The doors slide shut, and for a brief moment, I let my shoulders drop. Just a fraction. Just enough to remind myself that I can breathe.By the time I reach the underground garage, my mask is back in place. My driver, Rafael, straightens when he sees me, already opening the back door of the sleek black sedan.“Señor Spencer,” he greets respectfully.I nod, slipping into the car’s cool leather interior. “Take me to Calle de los Olivos.”Rafael doesn’t question it. He never does. With a silent n
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Chapter 16

Dwight’s POVMamá’s kitchen is exactly as I remember it—warm, filled with the rich scents of spices and home. The wooden cabinets, slightly worn with age, are still polished to perfection. The tiled countertops, the ceramic bowls stacked neatly in the corner, even the little clock shaped like a rooster hanging above the stove—it’s all the same.She moves with ease, pulling out ingredients from the pantry and fridge, humming a tune under her breath. The sight of her here, in her element, makes something in my chest unclench.“Help me, mi amor,” she says, handing me a cutting board and a knife.I roll up my sleeves, stepping beside her. “What are we making?”“Cochinillo asado,” she says with a small smile, pulling out a slab of fresh suckling pig. “Your favorite.”I let out a quiet chuckle. “That’s ambitious for a last-minute dinner.”She waves a hand. “I had a feeling you would stay.”Of course, she did.I help her prepare the meat, rubbing it down with olive oil and a blend of spices—
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Chapter 17

Dwight’s POVThe rhythmic clang of metal against metal fills the workshop, the scent of heated gold and silver lingering in the air. I run my fingers over a delicate gold band, its unfinished surface cool against my skin. Around me, the other jewelers work with quiet focus, their hands steady, their movements precise.They don’t know who I am. And that’s how I want it.Jordan is the face of this division. To them, he’s the boss. I’m just another craftsman—an observer, a participant, nothing more. Here, there are no expectations, no whispered assumptions. Only the work.I pick up a pair of pliers, adjusting the small diamond setting on a bracelet when my phone vibrates in my pocket. I ignore it at first, finishing the adjustment before checking the screen.Miss Hayes.I almost don’t answer. Almost.Something tells me I should.I press the phone to my ear, already stepping away from the worktable. “Miss Hayes.”“Mr. Spencer.” Her voice is tight, edged with urgency. “It’s Leah. She had a
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Chapter 18

Dwight’s POVI meet her gaze, my expression impassive. “That wasn’t a suggestion.”Her eyes flicker, something dark and unreadable moving behind them.I know that look.I remember it.A long time ago, it would have ended in something else entirely.But not now. Leah belongs to someone else. She’s taken. The love and absolute devotion we once professed to each other hadn’t mattered to her. None of it did.That was why she had been so quick to move on the second I’d disappeared. I remember the days after I’d returned, struggling to find closure, to make peace with the fact that Leah was never going to be mine again.Had she ever looked for me? Had she ever tried to find me? Or had she merely muttered, thank fuck, and moved on to the next available man?These questions had kept me up for days. Months.She leans forward slightly, just enough that I can feel the heat of her body. “I’m not taking time off for a scratch.”I inhale slowly, keeping my tone calm. “You hit your head.”“And I’m f
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Chapter 19

Leah’s POVI shut my office door behind me, pressing my back against the smooth wood as I exhale. My heart is still pounding. My mind is racing.What the hell just happened?I press my fingers to my temple, feeling the dull throb where the wound is. The pain is nothing compared to the chaos swirling in my head.Dwight had touched me.Not in the way he used to—softly, possessively, like he was memorizing every inch of my skin—but with careful detachment, as if he was afraid of breaking something. Or maybe afraid of breaking himself.I squeeze my eyes shut, but the image of him in that damn faded polo and washed-out jeans won’t leave me.I wasn’t prepared for that.The Dwight Spencer I had come to know was always immaculately dressed. Crisp suits. Polished shoes. A presence that commanded attention the second he walked into a room.But today… today, he had looked different. He had looked like the Dwight that I once knew, the Dwight that I once loved.Raw. Unpolished. Almost vulnerable.
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Chapter 20

Leah’s POVThe next morning, I step into the office, coffee in hand, ready to push through another work-filled day. My head is clearer than it was last night, my resolve firm. Today, I would focus on my job—nothing else. But the moment I approach my desk, my steps falter. A bouquet of deep red roses sits there, colorful and freshly cut, their fragrance curling into the air around me. My brows knit together as I set my coffee down, staring at the flowers like they might somehow explain themselves. "Who the hell…?" I glance around, scanning the office for clues, but everything looks normal. I pick up the large bouquet of beautifully arranged flowers. My fingers tighten around the fashionably wrapped stem as I inhale deeply, before I catch myself. I shouldn't be doing this. Not even I'm unaware of who'd sent it. Maybe, it was Ethan? Or someone else? "Ava," I call out. She appears within seconds, a soft smile tugging her lips. "Yes, Miss Carrington?" I gesture at the f
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