Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 313

Meanwhile, over in Evelina’s hospital room…

Dean walked in, his face set in a grim scowl, but Evelina perked right up the moment she saw him. She pushed herself up, her eyes bright with hope.

“Dean, you came to visit me?”

Her gaze landed on the flowers in his hand and her smile grew even sweeter. “You even brought my favorite sunflowers.”

Dean pressed his lips together and set the bouquet on the nightstand a little carelessly.

Sunflowers. Emmy had loved them too.

Back then, whenever he messed up or made her mad, all it took was a bunch of sunflowers and a half-decent apology to win her over. She’d always been easy to forgive him.

But now, with James between them, even saying sorry felt impossible.

He caught Evelina watching him, her eyes full of expectation. The weight of responsibility made Dean soften just a little.

“How are you feeling?”

She shrank a bit under his gaze, looking away. “A lot better.”

After a pause, Evelina gathered her courage and asked quietly, “Dean, you haven’t come to see me these last few days. Is it… is it because you don’t want me anymore?”

Dean didn’t want to go there. Just then, his phone buzzed and he grabbed onto the excuse. “I have to take this call.”

He stepped out onto the balcony.

From there, he could see the next room’s balcony. The moment he walked out, he spotted a familiar figure—Emmy, phone in hand, her face calm in the sunlight. She must have sensed him because she glanced up, saw him, and without missing a beat, turned and went right back inside.

A sharp ache tightened in Dean’s chest.

He pulled up his chat with Emmy. The screen was full of his messages, all unanswered, with that glaring red exclamation mark.

She’d blocked him. Again.

Why? Did she really not need him anymore now that she was with Mr. Nelson?

Frustration boiled up inside him. He called his assistant.

“What’s the status on Mr. Nelson’s game? Has it launched yet?”

His assistant sounded confused. “Mr. Sparrow, that game still hasn’t launched.”

Dean frowned, checking the date on his phone.

That couldn’t be right. In his memory, Mr. Nelson’s game had launched two weeks ago. What was the holdup? What had changed?

Emmy’s cool, determined face flashed through his mind.

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