《One night with my mean billionaire boss 》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

***Rosalie*** The party was in full swing. People were mingling and laughing, I’m very happy. I’ve interacted with everyone except Ana. She’s not speaking to me or her father. I have no idea what she thinks about all this. Emma went all out with the decorations. The tables are covered in white linen material with exotic flowers lined on them. The silver chandeliers with twinkling lights hang low over the guests. Various platters of food and Nana’s signature dish adorn the tables with everyone sending compliments to the chef. I’m wearing a classic Vera Wang dress that I’ll probably only be able to afford in the next life with a heavy Bvlgari necklace that sits cold on my neck and shines blindingly whenever it catches light. Knox is in a custom Gucci suit and he looks incredibly handsome. This is the perfect fairytale life. It would be perfect if it was real. “Why have you been so quiet, and why are you hiding back here?” Knox whispered in my ear as he c

***Rosalie*** Security finally came in to let Vivian out. She’s being escorted out when she suddenly stopped and made her way toward me menacingly, it scared me. The security guard grabbed her once again when I raised my hand. “Leave her alone. Let her come.” I called, hoping the fear wasn’t obvious in my voice. “He’s keeping you by his side right now because he’s trying to distract himself. He doesn’t and will never love you, not as long as I’m around. So, keep my seat warm for the main time because I’m coming for it.” She sneered as she strutted away. I exhaled loudly as my heartbeat intensified and my legs couldn’t hold me up anymore. I don’t want to, but I believe her. I know she isn’t making empty threats, and I don’t know what to do. “Heyyy girlll,” Stella called as she walked toward me all smiles. ‘We’re about to toast to your name and you’re nowhere to be found.” I smiled weakly at her. “What’s wrong?” S

“I didn’t see much of you at the party,” I said to Steve as I looked over at him. His nose is scrunched up in that way it usually is whenever he’s kind of shy. “Yeah, you were kind of busy with your guests.” “So? You could have hung around more.” “I guess.” He swiped at the back of his neck. “Sorry.” The car became silent once again, aside from the occasional rumble of the engine. “Are you happy?” He asked suddenly. “Huh?” “Knox Carter. Does he make you happy?” “He does,” I said with a smile. “That’s good then.” He said with a tone that sounded like he was trying to convince himself. The car came to a stop right in front of my building. I unbuckled my seatbelt and fully turned to him. “Thank you,” I whispered. “You’re welcome,” he mumbled back. “How’s your girlfriend doing?” I asked. “What girlfriend?” He replied surprised. “Yours.” “You know I don’t have any.” “Which is exactly wh

I didn’t go back to my desk after the break-room disaster. I couldn’t.I hid in the ladies’ room for twenty minutes, splashing cold water on my face until the red blotches faded and I looked almost human again. My phone buzzed twice—Lena asking if I was alive, then Knox with a single word: Boardroom.Of course there was a board meeting. There was always something that required the perfect fake fiancée to sit prettily beside the CEO and pretend we were madly in love.I fixed my lipstick, straightened my blazer, and walked into the executive conference room like I hadn’t just seen a ghost.Everyone was already seated. Knox at the head of the table, Aiden to his right looking smug, the usual gray-haired board members scattered around. And there—directly across from my usual chair—was Mike.He stood when I entered, like some old-fashioned gentleman. A few heads turned. Knox didn’t stand. He didn’t even look up from his tablet.“Good morning, everyone,” I said, voice steady by some mirac

Steve’s SUV smelled like pine cleaner and the faint trace of cigarette smoke he always tried to hide from his mom. It was familiar in a way that made my chest ache—the same scent that clung to the old Norman house where I’d spent most of my teenage years after the accident.He didn’t take me to his apartment. He drove straight to the house in the suburbs, the one his parents still lived in, the one that had been my safe place when the world fell apart at fourteen.The porch light was on. Mrs. Norman—Ellen—opened the door before we even reached it, wrapping me in a hug that smelled like vanilla and home without asking a single question. She just murmured, “Oh, sweetheart,” and led me inside.Steve carried my bag. His dad, Paul, gave me a quiet nod from the recliner, the TV flickering with some late-night news. They didn’t pry. They never had.Ellen made me chamomile tea and tucked me into the guest room that used to be mine—same pale blue walls, same quilt Lena and I picked out at sixt