From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 150

What really caught me off guard was what I found inside my lunchbox—a steaming bowl of spicy hotpot, loaded up with extra chili and vinegar, just the way I love it.

The second I popped the lid, that tangy, spicy aroma hit me right in the face. My stomach instantly started growling, and even my mood got a sudden boost.

“I’ve been dreaming about this for days. Ryan is a saint for bringing me my favorite comfort food.”

No sooner had I finished speaking than the temperature in the car seemed to drop. I actually shivered. Mental note: when I get back to the office, I’m going to suggest that the admin team ditch the breakroom fridge. With the big boss around, who needs another cold blast? No matter how fancy the company gets, we should save where we can.

I didn’t even bother with grace or manners. I grabbed my chopsticks and dove in like I hadn’t eaten in a week.

Once I’d stuffed myself, my whole outlook changed. I felt calmer, more patient, and suddenly my brain started working again. A random thought popped up.

Back on the mountain, when Blake was patching Elliot up, he’d said, “Saving her once wasn’t enough, huh? You had to do it again.” He clearly meant Elliot had risked his neck for me more than once.

At the time, I was too scared to think straight. I just assumed Blake was talking about the time Elliot showed up at my place to rescue me.

But now, with a full stomach and a little peace, I realized Blake’s “first time” probably wasn’t what I thought. He must have been hinting at something else.

I wanted to ask, but since I had only overheard their conversation by accident, I felt weird about bringing it up. Still, the question just wouldn’t leave me alone.

By ten forty-five, traffic finally started moving again, inching forward single file like we were all in some slow-motion parade.

On the side by the mountain, a bunch of workers in bright vests were using heavy machinery to reinforce the slope. Yellow caution tape fluttered in the breeze, and a short guy with a yellow flag was waving cars through.

As we finally left the accident zone behind, I let out a long breath. For the second time today, I felt like I’d just dodged disaster.

With the window cracked open, I heard someone shouting in the distance. “Quick, get this volunteer to the ambulance! His fingers are a mess—we have to act fast or he might have permanent damage!”

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