Mr. CEO's Regret: Win Back His Ex-wife novel Chapter 47

Chapter 47 Tell Her I’m Busy

Harry’s temper snapped. He grabbed the ashtray on the desk and hurled it at Jeremy.

Jeremy shifted aside, and the ashtray shattered at his feet. He stepped over the shards with careless ease and drawled, “Don’t get so worked up. No matter how angry you are, it won’t change the fact that you’re blind.”

Harry glared at him, forcing out his words through clenched teeth. “You’re not right in the head. Go get help.”

Jeremy turned and walked out.

Soon, only Harry was left in the office.

He sank into his chair, rubbing his tired eyes, but his fingers brushed the cut on his brow. The sharp sting made his gaze turn cold.

Was it Catherine who had asked Jeremy to come here?

But then Harry thought of her eagerness to cut ties with him.

No. This had been Jeremy’s idea alone.

Jeremy put on the mask of a gentle, gracious man before Catherine, but underneath, he was nothing more than a shameless fraud.

Harry’s fist slammed against the desk.

Right then, Adrian’s voice rang out from behind him. “Mr. Zimmerman, Ms. Stone called. She

wants to know when you’ll be going over.”

Harry was in no state to go to the hospital. His mood was foul, and his face carried fresh

bruises.

He waved a hand impatiently and responded, “Tell her I don’t have time today. I’m not going.”

“Understood,” Adrian shot him a quick glance, noting the swelling and discoloration on his face. He knew better than to offer comfort. At moments like this, Harry needed solitude, and meddling would only irritate him further.

Harry lit one cigarette after another. His thoughts were a tangled mess.

Jeremy had called him blind. Could it be true?

Harry wrestled with his thoughts for a while before letting out a scoff. How had he let

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Meanwhile, Jeremy spent the night waiting outside Catherine’s place, never once leaving his

spot.

He watched as the lights in her apartment went dark. No matter how hard he tried, the smile tugging at his lips refused to fade.

The night wore on, but sleep never touched him.

Only when dawn broke and Catherine stepped out, refreshed for her morning walk, did Jeremy finally drive away.

Needless to say, she remained completely unaware of it all.

After breakfast at home, Catherine picked up her bag and drove to work. She handled a few project follow-ups before heading out in the afternoon to scout for an office building.

On the way, she passed by what had once been Quinn Group’s office building.

After the company’s bankruptcy, the Class A office building in Neovara’s Crescent Bay District was put up for auction. Even the opening bid came to five billion dollars, a sum she could never hope to pay to reclaim it.

Catherine turned her gaze away. Instead, she secured a property on the outskirts of Neovara for her company and its lab.

When she stepped out after signing the contract, her phone rang. It was a call from work. There had been some trouble with Bell Group, and she was asked to go there in person.

She agreed, gathered her files, and made her way over. The moment she arrived, Julian led her straight to Jeremy’s office.

Catherine waited patiently, and when she heard footsteps outside, she opened her mouth to ask what the problem was. But as the door swung open and she looked up, she froze.

Jeremy’s face was covered in bruises.

The words stuck in her throat. Instead, worry rushed out. “What happened to your face?”

Jeremy touched his cheek, sucking in a sharp breath at the pain. “I ran into a lunatic yesterday. Didn’t bother with reason, just started swinging.”

Catherine’s brows drew tight. “Did you see a doctor? Your injuries look serious.”

Her concern warmed him, and the bruises no longer seemed wasted.

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