The CEO's Obsession: Seducing His Childhood Sweatheart

ent, then met her gaze with a seriousness she hadn't expected. "I'm waiting for the woman that stole my heart away to return it," he said, and Emma blinked back in confusion. "What do you me

ch other, wanting to say something to the other but unable to. Finally, they both reluctantly left the restaurant, and after Chris dropped her off, he said, "I'll call you later." Emma nodded, her eyes meeting his with an intensity that seemed to stir something deep inside her. "Alright," she said and sighed as she watched him drive off. Later that evening, Christoper arrived at his parents' lavish estate, the sun already beginning to set behind the towering trees that lined the driveway. He parked his car and made his way to the front door, still wondering what his mother wanted to discuss over dinner. He didn't have to wait for long after he rang the doorbell as the butler came to get the door. His initial frown of confusion and curiosity quickly transformed into irritation when he was greeted by a familiar figure in the living room. What was Kimberly doing here? He mused as he eyed her, unable to hide his irritation. Her presence was a jolt to his system, and he hated seeing her. She stood there in one of her designer dresses, her smile a little too practiced, as though that was the only thing she knew how to do around him. Her blue eyes glinted with something that made his stomach churn. He didn't like her. "Chris, darling," Kimberly greeted, stepping forward to kiss his lips. However, he quickly turned, and her lips landed on his cheek instead. "It's been a while," she said as she pulled back to look at him. "You know I don't like it when you do that...." "Why not? Isn't it what couples do?" she asked innocently. Before he could say anything to her, his mother appeared from the dining room, her face lighting up when she saw the two of them standing together. "Christoper, you're just in time. Dinner is ready," she said, her tone far too cheerful. Chris swallowed his frustration, already piecing together what was happening. His mother had invited Kimberly to dinner again. And as usual, he knew it had nothing to do with catching up or pleasantries. She was pushing Kimberly on him, just as she had been doing for over a year now. He had kept telling Kimberly that he could