Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 942

The only sound coming from the bathroom was the steady rush of water. Everything else was completely still. James felt his heart clench tight in his chest. Without thinking, he rose from his wheelchair and grabbed the doorknob.

The moment he pushed the door open, a wave of warm steam washed over him. The bathroom glowed with soft yellow light, and the bathtub was filled almost to the top. Right away, he saw Emmy. She was fast asleep, slumped against the edge of the tub, her head tilted to one side. She looked completely worn out, lost in a deep sleep.

A few rose petals floated on the surface, but they couldn’t really hide anything. Her skin, smooth and fair, seemed to glow under the lights. Gentle ripples wrapped around her figure, making the whole scene feel unreal. It was beautiful, almost too much to take in.

James’s breath caught. His pupils tightened and a wave of heat shot through him. He swallowed hard, unable to look away. He was just a man, after all, and seeing his wife like this lit something possessive in him. Honestly, the sight was more powerful than any drug. Still, he forced himself to get it together.

He dragged in a few deep breaths, trying to cool down. Doing his best not to stare, he walked over and dipped his hand into the water. It was still warm. Relief flooded through him.

Not trusting himself to linger, he quickly left the bathroom and pulled the door closed behind him. Leaning back against the wall, he tried to get his heart rate under control. After a while, when he finally felt normal again, he knocked softly on the door. His voice came out low and rough.

“Emmy, dinner’s ready.”

Inside, Emmy startled awake. Still half asleep, she rubbed her eyes, totally unaware of what just happened. When she heard James’s voice, she let out a huge yawn. Her words were muffled and sweet, still heavy with sleep.

“Okay... I’ll be out in a minute.”

A moment later, he heard the splash of water as she got up. Standing outside, James couldn’t help but picture it all in his head. Water sliding down her body... her bare feet hitting the bathmat...

Suddenly, his nose felt a little too warm. He touched it, then quickly covered his face with one hand, steering his wheelchair with the other hand as he hurried out of the bedroom, nearly tripping over himself.

By the time Emmy came to the dining room in her pajamas, James was nowhere to be seen.

“Where is he?” she asked one of the maids.

After breakfast, Emmy noticed she wasn’t tired at all. The constant drowsiness from the medication seemed to finally be wearing off. She asked for some craft supplies and sat cross-legged on the living room rug, getting to work on a seashell wind chime. Carefully, she drilled holes and polished the shells they’d collected the day before.

James settled on the sofa nearby, sorting through a stack of paperwork the maid brought in. It looked like a mountain, but James powered through it in no time. By the time Emmy finished threading her first wind chime, he had already signed off on everything.

He handed the papers to the maid and rolled over to Emmy’s side. Watching her string the shells together, he couldn’t stop the smile in his eyes.

“Need some help?”

Emmy was struggling with a knot and held up the wind chime. “Just hold this end for me.”

James reached out, holding the top steady with his long, strong fingers. Emmy kept her head down, focused on her work, her lashes casting soft shadows on her cheeks. They were so close, she could smell his shower gel, and he could smell hers. For a moment, the whole world felt quiet, just the two of them sitting there, sharing the morning together.