From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 138

“Sure, sure! What time should we meet and where? It’s eight forty-five now. Have you eaten yet? Should I make something? Any food allergies? When are we heading back—do I need to pack a bag?”

I was so excited I rattled off a whole string of questions without thinking.

“We’re leaving for Georgia Bay tomorrow morning. Just pack light. I’m not picky with food. Thanks for handling this, Ms. Greenwood.”

My mood instantly lifted. I bounced out of bed, washed up, and started packing at lightning speed.

I whipped up some soup, fried a couple eggs, toasted bread, made a quick blue cheese spread, tossed together a fruit salad, and brewed two cups of coffee. I grabbed a bite for myself and packed the rest up in disposable containers.

With my suitcase in one hand and breakfast in the other, I stepped outside just as a flashy Porsche pulled up and stopped right at my feet.

The window rolled down. Blake popped the trunk, took my suitcase, and smiled at me. “Get in.”

No way was I letting a big-shot lawyer like him play chauffeur, so I headed straight for the passenger seat.

Except the door didn’t unlock. I was standing there confused when Blake grinned and pointed to the back. “Back seat’s more comfortable.”

Alright, his car, his rules.

I opened the back door, slid in, and rested my hand on the armrest without a second thought.

But hang on—since when do Porsches have heated armrests? And why did this one feel so… real? It was warm and had this perfect shape—definitely not plastic.

Suddenly, a cool voice snapped, “Are you done touching me?”

I nearly jumped out of my skin. There was someone else in the back?

The voice sounded weirdly familiar.

I looked down at the “armrest.” Oh my god. No wonder it felt so real—it was someone’s hand.

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