Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1691

Kicking the bedroom door open, Steve carelessly tossed Sylvia onto the large bed. Without even bothering to flip on the lights, he spun around and charged straight into the bathroom. Tearing off his ruined suit jacket in absolute disgust, he hurled it into the trash can. Ripping the buttons off his shirt, he stepped under the showerhead, scrubbing his skin like a man possessed. He washed himself three times over, yet he still felt that lingering, phantom stench hovering around his nose. Finally, he dug a bottle of cologne out of the cabinet and aggressively sprayed his neck and shoulders.

By the time he finished dealing with the disaster, an entire hour had slipped by. Towel drying his hair, he pushed open the bathroom door. "Sylvia, you are really something..."

His jaw clenched sentence died in his throat. The bed was entirely empty.

Steve's heart plummeted. How dangerous could it be for a woman who was too drunk to even stand straight to wander out into the middle of the night? Abandoning the thought of putting on a shirt, he bolted out of the room. "Sylvia!" he roared, violently throwing the front door of the house wide open.

A blast of frigid, biting wind slammed into his bare chest. Just as he was about to charge out, his gaze inadvertently swept downward. Huddled against the exterior wall, right next to the front door, was a tiny, curled up silhouette. Sylvia had her arms wrapped tightly around her knees, her face buried in her arms, fast asleep against the freezing brick.

As it turned out, shortly after he had stormed into the bathroom, the last remaining shred of Sylvia's logic had jolted her awake. The unfamiliar environment triggered her primal survival instincts. Stumbling blindly, she managed to navigate her way outside in the dark. But the second she pulled the front door open, the freezing wind smacked into her, and the alcohol completely wiped her out again.

Staring at the tiny, shivering ball on the ground, a rush of anger mingled with profound helplessness washed over Steve. Taking a deep breath to steady his violently racing heart, he crouched down in front of her. "Keep running. Why did you stop?" he mocked with a dark, exasperated laugh, poking her lightly on the shoulder.

Sylvia knitted her brows and shrank further into the corner, letting out a muffled groan of protest.

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