All Chapters of Mr. CEO, Leave Me Breathless : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Warning: SPGThe hallway felt colder than before, as if the news itself had drained the warmth out of the entire hospital.Ethan stood in front of me, shoulders tight, jaw frozen, eyes unfocused.“They found a bone marrow donor,” he said, voice low, rough, as if each word was scraping his throat raw. “They’re prepping Ember for the operation in the next few hours.”My breath stilled. A donor. Hope, sharp and too bright, stabbed through me, mingling with fear.“Thank God,” I whispered.Ethan only nodded. He wasn’t smiling. He wasn’t relieved. He looked… hollow. Like the floor had dropped beneath him and he was still falling.A nurse called him to sign something. He went stiffly, not speaking a word. I watched his back as he walked away. The slump of his shoulders. The tremor in his fingers when he handed the pen back.When he returned, he didn’t look at me. Not once.He just said, “Stay with her,” and turned away.Within a minute, he was gone, disappearing down the corridor, past the e

The phone buzzed on my desk just as I was sifting through a stack of design sketches. I frowned at the name flashing across the screen.Ethan Blake.My heart skipped not in excitement, but in a sharp, involuntary stab of dread. I picked up, letting my voice be colder than I felt.“Hello?”“Selina… can we meet? I need to talk to you.” His voice was softer than usual, carrying a weight that made my chest tighten.I exhaled slowly, staring at the sketches in front of me as if they could shield me from him. “Ethan… I can’t. I’m busy.”“I know, but it’s important—”“No,” I cut him off sharply, my words final. “I’m… not doing this. Goodbye.”And with that, I ended the call. The line went dead, and a hollow pit settled in my stomach. I didn’t have the energy to face him. Not now. Not ever.I let my gaze fall on the window. Moments later, a familiar figure walked into my office, and my mood lifted immediately.“Selina!” Yuan’s voice was warm, confident, and everything I needed right then.“Yu

The office was dark, the only light coming from the glow of the monitor in front of me. My hands were clenched on the edge of the desk, knuckles white as I leaned forward, eyes fixed on the footage Detective Benson had just sent me.I didn’t even need to ask what it was. The moment I saw the black sedan parked outside the restaurant where I’d met Ingrid three years ago, my heart sank. My stomach twisted as I watched the sequence play out.There I was, talking to her, her hand brushing mine in a subtle, calculated gesture while outside, someone was tampering with my car. Benson had labeled it clearly “Elton Navarro: Sabotage.”I swallowed hard, leaning closer. The footage showed Elton crouched beside my car, carefully manipulating the brake system. Every second felt like an eternity, the sense of déjà vu making my chest tighten.A few minutes later, I saw myself step outside, pulling the car door open, unsuspecting. I settled into the driver’s seat, taking a deep breath. Behind me, a c

“What’s wrong? Does it look bad? Doesn’t it suit me?” I asked him, question after question.He kept a serious expression as he drove, finally glancing at me. “We should buy another dress.”My eyes widened at his words. “What? Why?”“I didn’t even notice that dress is too revealing. Damn it, Selina,” he said, clearly frustrated.“Stop, Yuan. This is fine, I’m with you,” I said with a smile, trying to lighten his mood.I teased him a few more times before he finally agreed not to buy a new dress. We drove straight to the venue. Tim greeted us immediately outside, accompanied by a woman.“Nice to see you again! You look really good, huh?” Tim said, giving me a quick hug.“You’re still a flirt,” I teased, laughing.“Wherever this one is, that’s where you’ll find him,” he joked to Yuan, who was standing beside me.“Shut up,” Yuan replied, and the two bumped fists.“I wouldn’t be surprised, he really looks like a dog,” Tim added, making both me and the woman laugh.“You’re not much better,”

“Why don’t you try talking to him again without getting yourself worked up like this?” I told her, taking the tequila shot she handed me.“It’s like you don’t even know Dad,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Anyway, how are you? How’s Slater? When are you two flying back to New York?” She switched the topic completely.My gaze drifted to Yuan, who had settled on my other side. He wrapped an arm around my waist, and I bit my lower lip when I felt his fingers lightly tracing the curve of it.“He’s fine. I don’t know if we’re actually going back… but I think I have to. Because of Moretti Incorporated. Mom wants me to take over her position as CEO since Lando won’t do it. I don’t really have a choice,” I admitted, frustration slipping into my voice while Yuan’s hand kept teasing my waist.He was toying with me, and I couldn’t help shifting in my seat because it tickled so much I could barely focus.“You should go home. There’s nothing wrong with giving your mom what she’s asking for. Besid