Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 390

Emmy finally noticed the faint bruises under James’s eyes, and her heart gave a sharp, protective squeeze.

“How about this—eat some breakfast and go back to sleep for a bit. I can pick up Mom by myself,” she suggested softly.

James shook his head. “No way. I can’t just let you do that alone. I’m your husband—how could I not be there for your mom?”

She kept staring at him, worry written all over her face. He let out a quiet laugh, trying to reassure her.

“Really, I’m fine. Back when I was on the force, I’d go three days and nights without blinking. One sleepless night is nothing.”

He meant to put her at ease, but Emmy’s eyes only grew more tender, full of worry and a mix of guilt and affection. That look was gentle, almost like a feather brushing against his heart, breaking through the walls he never let down.

Besides his grandmother, only Emmy ever looked at him like that.

Without warning, James leaned in, gently brushed a stray corn kernel from the corner of her mouth. His fingers were warm as they grazed her lips.

His voice went low and a little rough, full of that quiet affection only she ever saw. “How did you get corn all over your face? Next time you want some, I’ll shuck it and steam it for you.”

Emmy’s cheeks went pink. She just smiled, nodded, and didn’t say a word.

Before heading to the hospital, they stopped by Applewood Estate.

Most of James’s stuff had already been moved from his apartment—mostly gym gear, now piled up in its own room. The housekeeper had every bedroom spotless and ready to go.

Once everything checked out, they set off for the hospital.

But when Teresa heard they wanted her to move into the new house, she didn’t even think before shaking her head.

“That’s your home,” she said firmly. “You two are newlyweds. How could I just move in with you? That's ridiculous.”

“It’s enough for me to know you want me there.”

Emmy got anxious. “But Mom, the house is huge. Ivy and Marian can come too. It’d be so much easier for everyone.”

But Teresa only shook her head again, gentle but unyielding.

“No matter how big the house is, I can’t live with you.”

She squeezed Emmy’s hand, her voice soft but steady.

“Listen, sweetheart. You’re married now. This is your life with James.”

“A home has its own rhythm and energy. If I moved in, I’d throw things off.”

She looked at James, her eyes full of warmth and approval.

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