The CEO’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

The Ceo’s Ex-Wife Can’t Escape

Chapter 51: Denied Longing It has been two days and yet there was no news of Jackson towards Airina. However, he does leave meals each night, sometimes breakfasts. He had also been obediently and consistently gifting her bouquets of flowers, pieces of jewelry, clothes, and even some decoration she may need inside her house. She somewhat feels confused yet touched that he had not missed a single day, the only problem that rose to bewilderment was the fact that he hadn’t shown up.

As she entered her house, the maid was fortuitously cleaning while singing a song unfamiliar to her. She smiled at the maid, warmly greeting.

“How long have you been cleaning, Mrs. Staun?”

The woman she called slowly twirled around, giving a polite bow with a grin on her face. “Ah, this is just the finishing touches, hmm?,” she laughed then remembered something, “Right. A man came by, telling me to give this to you.”

“A man? What do you mean, Mrs.?” Reluctantly, she accepted the cage contained a small kitten, purring in wariness as its fur stuck out on its ends.

The woman laughed, “The man looks so handsome, I even felt I saw him on TV and in magazines before, but I can’t remember.” She disappointedly touched her cheek, shaking her head in disapproval.

Just then, Airina seemed to have comprehended her words. She hurriedly placed the cage on the floor, storming out in a dash which left Mrs. Staun stunned. Albeit that, she still giggled at that kitten who had lowered her guard on her, which felt heartwarming. Upon arriving outside, Airina was blocked by the passing people as if not wanting to let her check the surroundings. She appeared to be desperate, seeking someone.NôvelDrama.Org © 2024.

The description of Mrs. Staun perfectly fits Jackson. Oblivious why she went out, she was certain that it was indeed Jackson who came by, whom she must see right here and now. If he had the nerve to s, or whatever he wanted, he should be confident enough to show up in front of her, rather than making her feel like she asked him to do those things.

In vain, Airina sighed, reclining on the conjuncture that he had left.

When the maid shift was done, she was again alone – in the same big house. She thought having a better and bigger house was good, which truly was. However, the feeling of aloneness seemed to have seeped through her heart – being confined in a big, enclosed space. She half-hugged her knees, petting the cat who had completely become low-guarded from her. She kept purring while licking her own body, bathing herself as the name around her collar dangles in each of her movements. She was named ‘Glykós’, nicknamed Gly.

She discovered the cat’s name was cute, seemingly coming from the word Glykós of Greek meaning ‘Sweet’. She wondered if it was because Gly was easy to get accustomed to someone.

“I guess he sent you here to accompany my sadness, Gly. Were you?”

Airina tugged her lips in a wistful manner, closing her eyes while leaning her head on the sofa.

*

Matthew clicked his tongue, pointing at Airina amusingly. Before Jackson appeared, she had been but seldom visiting Halton group unless it was something urgent or important, sometimes she even dared to not go as she felt uncomfortable here. But for some reason, Airina had become frequent in this company as if it was her second home. It had been two weeks, bringing Matthew to wonder questionable stuff regarding her unusual movements.

“Were you ditched by the same man, Rina?”

She glared at him, “Why don’t you concentrate on your work rather than putting your ass where you don’t belong?”

He halted in his tracks, forming a thin line. He released a sneer, disbelieving that she boldly spoke such harsh words when he should have been the one to open his mouth and nag her!

“If you’re bored or heartbroken, the club is not the way here. You can go to-”

“Matthew,” she cut off her words speaking in a serious tone, “Have you ever missed Elisa?”

He propped his chin on his palm, smirking teasingly, “You necessarily don’t have to say the roundabout way. Just admit that you longed for Jackson. He hadn’t shown up yet, right?”

She turned to look at him. “I am really asking you, genuinely curious.”

Matthew shrugged his shoulder, “Longing for someone hurts but is also a vitamin somehow. Look at me, an admirable, successful, very handsome bachelor, sexy, and even wise isn’t the type of Elisa.”

She folded her arms, “I don’t know if that answers my question.”

He arched his lips, “Even a person like me misses Elisa. Why don’t you be a little understanding of your feelings? Have you ever let go of him?”

As her gaze lowered, Matthew confirmed that rather than not knowing her feelings, she tried to deny them for as long as possible – covering them with lies.

She held her breath, “Understood, I want to rest up now.”

He checked his watch, frowning, “Girl, it’s literally only 10 in the morning.”

“Napping doesn’t have a certain hour, minute, second, and millisecond…”

He sent her away with a motion of his hand, “Leave, I got what you mean so kindly leave my company.”

She chuckled at him. “Do tell me if you want to share a dinner.”

He surrendered, and responded automatically, “Sure, I will invite you.”