Fated to my annoying CEO - the red thread mystery

the building, all conversations

eir backs, voices hushed

ey greeted, offering sm

uttered to care. He made his way straight to his

ly, S

, rolling his shoulder

a's thread was nothing. Just some chea

ainst the desk as he tried

k at t

bli

miliar voice. "I h

d stif

in came . Mia-as she set the bag dow

barely h

ocked onto

hought he saw it-t

e. It had to be

his body mov

sto

faltered.

He was already w

k a ste

ano

as she realized h

ried again,

he kept approaching-his

k hit t

ldly in her chest. "

eaned in, his eyes scannin

breath

s suffocating. His gaze was piercing, intense, as if s

His fingers ghosted over her wrist, the place where-**in his dre

tire bod

uldn't

ldn't b

ting at a rate it

old wall, her breath coming in shallow, uneven beats. Raymond was cl

wed hard, willing her heart to calm down. But it

harp, calculating selves. No, this

or something within her. Somet

"Sir...?" Her voice barely came

ze flickered

ched f

er skin, but the touch sent

y, hitting the wall behind h

rowing slightly as if he was trying to piece something together. Hi

th shallow. He wasn't touching her, but the air between

res as if searching for someth

when she finally spoke again ,was s

ed to his eyes. His jaw tensed, his hands curl

ed, stepping back as i

n high alert. "Forget it?" Her voice

ossessed man, stared at me like I had three h

eyes darke

gain her composure. Her hands were trembling, but she

s pressed flat against his de

t just t

ne he had tried to

ent of roasted chestnuts in the air. He hadn't gon

entrance draped in red fabric. It was ridiculous,

r answers ab

garded him carefully, her silver ey

arity about

a bundle of red thread beside her, twining it b

d to a woman,

chill through him. He had a

the red

gone dry. "What

led-a knowing, al

the thread, h

ply, forcing himself

had been nonsense. That's

d

flicker

her gaze. Mia, who wasn't backing down, even as she rubbed at h

It had to be

e paper bag she had placed on his desk, holding it up. "Well, since we

't turn

, for a man who supposedly has everything

napped up, his expression unreadable, bu

next time before scaring your ass

esk-forcefully enough to make a

r, Raymond finally spoke. H

ia

ing the doorknob

longer, but then, just as quickly, he

nched h

o act like nothing h

she walked out, shutti

is chair, running a

ce echoed in hi

the thread, h

years, he wasn't sure if h

een waiting fo