Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1359

"Let's go." He led her up the stairs, his voice deep and steady. "Mom is fine too, just a little shaken. Andrew is taking care of her. If you are still worried, you can go talk to her in a bit."

Emmy nodded and instinctively glanced back at the main entrance. She happened to see her mother walking in with Andrew's arm around her shoulder. Andrew kept his head lowered, murmuring something in Teresa's ear with gentle patience. Although Teresa was still crying, she gripped Andrew's hand tightly. Seeing that her mother was unharmed and accompanied by someone as reliable as Andrew, the last heavy weight in Emmy's heart finally lifted. She immediately withdrew her gaze, her worries dissolving as she quickened her pace to stay closely by James's side.

The two made their way up to the third floor and entered the master bedroom. James stood outside the bathroom door, looking at the woman beside him with fond helplessness. He wanted to take off his clothes and shower, but after trying to pull his hand away twice, he failed. Emmy was still clutching him tightly. Her beautiful almond eyes stared at him unblinking, filled with profound dependence and lingering attachment.

James thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of her complete reliance on him, yet he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. More than anything, his heart ached for her. If she hadn't recovered those painful memories, she wouldn't be acting like this. But he was far too dirty right now. Covered in mud, sweat, and the acrid stench of gunpowder, he was afraid of making her uncomfortable. He bent down and gently pinched her cheek with his free hand, his tone as coaxing as if he were soothing a child.

"Honey, it is really over. Just sit on the sofa and wait for me. Let me strip off these clothes and wash up, okay? Otherwise, how am I supposed to hold you to sleep while covered in this foul sweat?"

Hearing his teasing tone, Emmy finally loosened her grip bit by bit. Yet she remained rooted to the spot, her eyes fixed on him without blinking. "Take them off."

James sighed internally. Fine. There was no reason to be shy in front of his own wife. He swiftly unbuckled his tactical vest. The heavy bulletproof armor was discarded and tossed casually onto the floor. Next came the tactical belt, the various attachments clinking with metallic thuds. Then went the black combat jacket. All that remained was a tight black short-sleeved undershirt, completely drenched in sweat and clinging to his body. It perfectly traced the iron-hard lines of his lean muscles, from his broad shoulders to his narrow waist, highlighting the pulsing veins along his arms. The sheer masculine energy in the room was overwhelming.

Having shed his outer gear, James turned and headed for the bathroom. He had barely taken a step when he heard the soft patter of feet behind him. Emmy followed him closely like a little shadow, her wide eyes still locked onto his back.

James stopped at the bathroom door, turning around with a helpless look. At this moment, Emmy was simply too adorable, melting his heart into a puddle while simultaneously tugging at his protective instincts. His Adam's apple bobbed. A sudden spark of mischief flared in his eyes as he asked with a half-smile, "What? Do you want to shower with me?"

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