Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1689

With a startled gasp, Sylvia crashed directly into a broad, solid chest. A crisp, woody cologne mixed with the sharp scent of alcohol instantly flooded her senses, making her head spin even more wildly.

"I will take her home," Steve's deep, resonant voice rumbled from above her head.

Sophia jumped in surprise. Turning to see that it was Mr. Michell, everything clicked into place for her in a split second. The tension between these two had been noticeably weird all night, and now the lawyer was personally stepping in to snatch her away. It seemed glaringly obvious that the woman Mr. Michell claimed to be pursuing was none other than their CEO. "Then I will leave her in your capable hands, Mr. Michell!" Highly perceptive to the situation, Sophia released her grip without a moment of hesitation, spun around, and practically sprinted back inside. She needed to go find her close work friends and share this massive gossip immediately. By tomorrow, the entire company would know that their drunk CEO had been whisked away by the legendary Mr. Michell!

Sylvia's mind was a dizzying blur, completely oblivious to what was actually happening. She had gotten drunk a few times while fighting for company contracts, and her assistant had always safely escorted her home. Naturally, she assumed it was still her assistant taking care of her now, completely unaware that she was being manhandled by Steve.

Half carrying and half dragging her, Steve managed to bundle her into his car. The second Sylvia hit the back seat, she melted into the leather cushions, closed her eyes, and slipped into a deep, alcohol induced slumber.

Taking the passenger seat, Steve turned his head to look at the woman sleeping completely defenseless in the back. His brows pulled into a tight frown, a flare of anger rising in his chest over how recklessly she had allowed herself to get drunk. With a cold command, he ordered the designated driver to head out.

The car didn't head toward Sylvia's apartment. Instead, it drove straight to a newly purchased property belonging to Steve. It was a charming two story house with a private courtyard, tucked away in a secluded and tranquil neighborhood. In truth, he owned several sprawling luxury penthouses much closer to the city center, but he had sold every single one of them. The reason was entirely due to a recurring nightmare that haunted him. In that dream, Sylvia lay in the massive bathtub of his apartment, her wrists slit. Blood dyed the entire tub a horrifying crimson, and her face was deathly pale as she refused to wake up, no matter how desperately he screamed her name. Ever since he was discharged from the hospital after his severe injuries, he could no longer stomach the thought of living in an apartment with a large bathtub. He had rapidly liquidated those properties and bought this house, which was equipped only with a shower.

The car rolled to a smooth stop in the courtyard, and the designated driver tactfully made a swift exit. Pulling open the rear door, Steve leaned in and scooped Sylvia into his arms.

The midnight wind was bone chilling. The moment Sylvia left the warmth of the car, she violently shuddered from the cold. Blinking her eyes open in a daze, her vision slowly began to focus. The first thing she saw was a sharp, exquisitely familiar face.

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