From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 148

I stared at my phone, not saying a word, just scrolling through the never-ending flood of news updates. There were so many notifications, it was almost dizzying. Influencers and internet celebs were already rushing to the scene, streaming live and practically shouting themselves hoarse trying to get attention.

Some people were even talking about starting a nationwide fundraiser.

But as I kept scrolling, everything started to blur together. Every post sounded the same, nothing actually helpful—just people trying to ride the wave.

I started to get antsy, nerves twisting in my stomach as I glanced out at the pitch-black night pressing against the window.

I’d barely eaten all day; just a quick lunch to keep me going. My stomach was completely empty, and I’d left the house in such a rush that I forgot to bring any candy. Now my blood sugar was dropping fast, a cold sweat breaking out on my forehead. My hands and feet felt weak, my whole body light and shaky. It was getting harder to ignore.

Not that I expected a grown man to keep snacks or candy in his car.

But if I didn’t eat soon, I might actually pass out.

“Southwell, I think something’s wrong with Ms. Greenwood.”

Elliot’s eyes snapped open. He shot me a sharp look—suddenly alert—and reached out, squeezing my cold fingertips before saying, “She’s hypoglycemic. She needs sugar, now.”

He slipped his hand into his coat pocket and pulled out four little squares of blueberry fruit candy. He unwrapped one and popped it right into my mouth, then pressed the other three into my palm.

After the second piece, I could feel my strength slowly coming back.

With the third candy melting on my tongue, the sweet-tart flavor brought back a flood of childhood memories. It tasted exactly like the candy I used to love as a kid.

And the wrapper—it was the same brand I’d adored back then.

At some point, they’d stopped selling it. My dad once brought back something similar from a trip, but it wasn’t the same. I gave up trying to find that taste again.

Those blueberry hard candies became one of those small, irreplaceable losses you never really get over.

But now, years later, my impossibly cool and distant boss just happened to have them on hand. Not just the wrapper—the taste, the size, even the way it opened—everything was exactly how I remembered.

A wave of happiness washed over me, sweet and warm, like I’d been transported back to being a kid again.

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