Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1741

The entire experience sent an inexplicable, strange warmth rushing through her heart, a feeling she could not quite name. It just felt so deeply surreal.

"Why are you zoning out? Do you not like it?" Seeing that she hadn't touched her chopsticks, Steve simply wrapped a piece of pork belly in a lettuce leaf and held it right up to her lips. "Try this one then. I added the dipping sauce you like."

Snapping out of her daze, Sylvia's cheeks burned inexplicably. She quickly turned her head to dodge the food he was offering and hurriedly shoved a piece of meat from her own plate into her mouth. "I have my own hands. I do not need you to feed me."

Watching the delicate blush spread to the tips of her ears, Steve let out a low chuckle.

The second they finished eating, Sylvia wanted nothing more than to race back to the office to work. But Steve grabbed her wrist once again, pulling her deeper into the mall.

"Let me go. I need to get back and review the project's progress!" she protested.

"We just ate. We need to take a walk to digest. Besides, you still have to monitor me." Dragging her along with perfectly shameless confidence, Steve wove through the crowded shops, looking exactly like a clingy boyfriend accompanying his girlfriend on a weekend shopping spree. He not only dragged her into a long line to buy a delicate strawberry shortcake but even dragged her into a vibrant, flashy accessory shop.

The style of Sylvia's office was just as dull as she was. It did not even have a single potted plant, making it look incredibly stark and lifeless. But now, with the addition of Steve's adorable little trinkets, the room instantly felt noticeably warmer and more inviting. As Sylvia finished processing a few documents, she looked up and caught Steve with an expression of intense focus, meticulously adjusting the angle of a wooden cat figurine. She was immediately struck speechless, her emotions twisting into an intricate knot. She never imagined that a man like Steve would actually enjoy decorating a girl's office. Seeing the little wooden cat waving at her, something gently but distinctly bumped against a hidden corner of her heart. Pressing her lips tightly together, she forcefully pushed down that inexplicable flutter, ignored his ongoing remodeling, and buried her head back into her work.

The afternoon flew by in a blur of busyness. The exact second the clock on the bottom right of her computer struck quitting time, Steve appeared at her desk, more punctual than an alarm clock. Planting both hands firmly on the desk, he leaned forward slightly, his mesmerizing eyes locked directly on hers.

"Work is over, Ms. Moore," he announced smoothly. "So, tonight... are we heading to your place, or mine?"