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Mr. Ex's Regret: My Boss Wants Me

Chapter 4 This Ex is threatening me

Word Count: 1359    |    Released on: 15/10/2026

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ment and secretarial department were on the lo

g my phone out of my pocket, I texted him to come near the stairs. How

and nudged Celine. "Is

g to sit at one table with another man!? It got on my n

e han

hoto of him was alright, but that'

e? Ah, I forgot it was endless money. The r

go? I gritted my teeth. If the guy set an eye on her curves, I'd be t

oped feelings for any of them. Could it be that she was stil

He sneered but quickly collected himself. I walked down t

bring a cup of co

ared at me, and I held her gaze. Damn, I sho

? Only someone hiding something important

me and push others on my way. Sorry, baby, I

off, "I

s,

her face. She couldn't believe I was her boss. But that was only the beginning. I had a lot to tak

test then, taste this new Celine. She was completely different from before, yet somehow ev

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he corner of my eye, he was upstairs, wan

't want him to think I was sleeping with other men when h

oved, I carefully climbed the stairs. After kn

ought you the cof

me

ntered, he was already on th

en turned around and was about t

didn't di

o be in the same room with him? My body kept sweating

ing whether I had actually brought him the amazing bi

s have improved, but your

st buckled. W

re. If this had been the old Celine, that coffee would already be all over his perfect, exp

ders jer

errors that gave me a headache. Recheck them

hem three times beforehand. Not only had I simplified them and made them easier t

if he was already dissa

me. This was how he h

as a problem? Could you p

s expression grew more intense, and his jaw tightened when I question

highlight your mistakes? Isn't i

tely disturbed. This co

y a strawberry cheesecake and spend time wit

h it made me look pathetic.

. It wasn't an urgent project. They were ju

t a mocki

task before you finish it today. You can leave

yes. My entire body went rigid. I w

d continued, my voi

eliberately targeting m

leaned forward, resting

or? Do you remember how old I am?" His tone became even more casual, comp

ised as an adult! That

finitely messing with

a faint smirk

rk another one for tomorrow morning before coming to the office. You

awer and took

lose it, you won't be able to afford the compensation. E

e, ignored his tantru

the item, my heart raced in t

you or someone else. Not me! This requires a lev

uch it. Refusing wa

" His voice

lease enlighten me? Will your only contribution be causing trouble?" He glanc

reaten me? Maybe I should bite hi

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Mr. Ex's Regret: My Boss Wants Me
Mr. Ex's Regret: My Boss Wants Me
“Sexual compatibility mattered when choosing my husband. Love mattered more, so I chose Dean Harper. For four unforgettable hot years, he was my best friend, my true love, and my husband. Then, one day, I handed him divorce papers. When he asked me why, I buried the truth and smiled. "Because you're poor. I can't love a poor man forever." He didn't argue nor did he beg me and simply accepted my decision. I wanted him to make things right, but he didn't even try. Our divorce agreement had one final condition, one last night to have sex before we walked away from each other. The next morning, he disappeared, leaving behind a bank card... and enough money for me to "take care of the burden." He knew I was pregnant and put the decision on me. Four years later, Dean returned as a billionaire tycoon, and my new boss. He saw our son and kept digging to find out if that was his son, but I kept manipulating everything and lied to him for one solid reason. He was here for revenge but also confused me. He gave me priceless jewelry, shielded me from every danger, insisted on making me his girlfriend again, and shamelessly demanded that we should make babies. The strong burning pull between us was so strong I couldn't resist either time he touched me. If he hates me so much as he pretends, why does he still kiss me like I was his precious piece.”