Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 402

“He’s busy and I’m so bored I could grow moss!”

“Well, perfect timing. Can you do me a favor and pick something up for me? I need the best scar cream you can find.”

Abriella immediately perked up, her voice full of curiosity. “Scar cream? What’s that for? You don’t have any scars. Why do you suddenly need it?”

Emmy kept her tone light, going with a quick excuse. “I’m moving today and just don’t have time. Plus, I need this to stay off the radar.”

She couldn’t risk leaving any trace of the purchase.

Danny had kept quiet, not wanting to hurt a man’s pride.

And Emmy absolutely couldn’t let Claudia’s people pick up even the slightest clue, or they’d realize Danny had switched sides.

Of course, Abriella’s mind instantly went somewhere else and she started giggling. “Oh, I get it! I get it!”

“This is for your guy, huh? Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered—won’t even tell Steve. Your secret’s safe with me!”

Emmy paused, caught off guard.

Suddenly, an image of James’s strong, defined muscles flashed in her mind. He really did have a lot of scars.

That gunshot wound on his chest from a while ago—it was already fading, almost invisible after all that treatment.

But those older scars, the ones that even the best cream couldn’t fix… how deep, how painful did those run?

She let out a quiet “Mm,” basically admitting it.

“And get extra,” she added, a little more firmly. “Get the best stuff you can find.”

She hung up and stepped out of the study.

In the living room, James had already changed into black jeans and a simple tee. Everything from the bedroom was packed up neatly, two big boxes stacked by the door.

He saw her and spoke in that low, steady voice of his. “Go have some breakfast. I’ll finish up in the study.”

Her heart felt full for a second. “Let’s eat together.”

But James just picked up an empty box and shook his head. “You go ahead. I want to get this all done before my meeting this afternoon.”

With that, he disappeared back into the study.

Watching his strong, reliable back, Emmy felt a little helpless. She had no choice but to head to the table, eat a quick breakfast alone, and then go back to help him.

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Meanwhile—

Downstairs, inside a sleek black Maybach parked outside Emmy’s building.

Dean slumped in the driver’s seat, staring blankly out the window. Suddenly, his phone rang, cutting through the silence.

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