All Chapters of A Deal With Mr. CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I kept walking. The sound of Adrian’s footsteps followed closely behind me across the parking lot. "Amelia, just hear me out." I swallowed hard, tightening my grip on my bag. Hearing his voice still affected me, even after everything and I hated that. "Please…" he added, quieter this time. I finally stopped walking. For a moment, I just stood there with my back facing him, trying to steady myself before turning around slowly. I folded my arms across my chest. "Why do you think I want to hear anything you have to say right now?" "Because I never cheated on you." The words came out firm. "I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, Amelia." I looked away briefly, blinking against the familiar sting behind my eyes. "Just trust me enough to let me explain.. please," he added. Trust. That word hurt now. I stayed quiet for several long seconds. Part of me wanted to walk away and tell him none of this mattered anymore. But another part of me… The part that stil

ADRIAN She left the restaurant and I sat there staring at the chair she had just vacated. I still wasn’t entirely sure she believed me. And somehow, that hurt more than I expected. The image of her sitting there earlier was replaying in my head. The exhaustion in her eyes. The way she kept rubbing her temples like the entire conversation physically pained her. Was this it? Was this how everything between us ended? Because of one stupid moment. One stupid setup. The thought made anger rise in my chest all over again over the whole situation. I exhaled slowly and stared at the table for several seconds before something clicked in my mind. A thought began to take shape. CCTV. My head lifted immediately. I wasn't just going to sit here and let a lie win. I stood up abruptly and walked out of the restaurant with a renewed, frantic energy. Minutes later, I was in my car. The drive across the city felt longer than usual. My jaw stayed tight the entire way as thoughts kept running

AMELIA I sat on my bed with my legs folded beneath me as silence filled the apartment. The only sound was the faint hum of the air conditioner and the occasional car passing by outside. My phone rested beside me on the bed. The conversation with Adrian kept replaying in my head, almost like my brain refused to let it go. After everything, after all the overthinking and confusion, I had chosen to believe him. That was why I sent that message to him, telling him that I believed him. But somehow, even after sending it, the ache in my chest hadn’t disappeared. If anything, it shifted into a dull throb. Because the damage had still happened. Even if he was innocent. Even if Maisie manipulated the entire thing. It didn’t erase the fact that, for a moment, I had genuinely believed he betrayed me. And that realization hurt almost as much as the situation itself. I slowly rubbed my temple and leaned back against the headboard. What would happen to us now? Could you really just go b

ADRIAN It had been three weeks since everything. Three weeks since Amelia and I decided to give things some time. Things were resolved, technically. But we were still navigating the 'time' we decided to give ourselves. Hopefully, a temporary time. I leaned back in my office chair, it was getting dark and most of the company floor had gone quiet hours ago. Only a few employees were still around. I sighed quietly and loosened my tie slightly. Things between us weren’t exactly bad now. But they weren’t normal either. In the last three weeks, we had only spoken about two or three times. Brief and polite check-ins. Nothing too deep or emotional. It almost felt like both of us were trying too hard not to accidentally break something fragile between us. Honestly, I didn’t know whether the distance was helping or slowly driving me crazy. Sometimes I used to have thoughts that, what if the space we’re creating just becomes a permanent gap? Because the truth was, I missed her. M

The evening light filtered through the windows. Tonight, Adrian and I were having dinner with his family. He said his mother had been incredibly insistent about seeing me again. I wasn't exactly nervous, but I found myself wanting everything tonight to go well tonight. Not because his family had ever been unkind to me. Quite the opposite actually. They had been really nice to me, the last I met them. But this time felt different. It felt more serious somehow. Maybe because so much had happened recently. Maybe because Adrian and I had found our way back to each other again. Adrian looked unfairly attractive as usual in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled slightly to his forearms and dark trousers. One of the wristwatches I had gifted him, rested neatly against his wrist. Meanwhile, I had gone with a pair of black tailored trousers and a silk dark green top that rested off one shoulder slightly. Simple but elegant. "Hold still for a second," he murmured, his fingers g