A CEO With An Impossible Libido Chapter 03

A CEO With An Impossible Libido Chapter 03

The next morning, I was woken up by the comments.

[I’m dying. What kind of chaotic dream did she have?]

[It was kind of funny. She actually hugged the male lead’s leg in her dream and begged him.]

[The contrast is insane.]

[If she had that kind of self-awareness in real life, Julian wouldn’t be divorcing her.]

[Julian went to work at Hartwell Group early this morning.]

[Before he left, he took the divorce papers he drafted last night.]

[This afternoon, he has an appointment with Russell Ludlow to discuss the divorce.]

[Vivian finally gave herself a day off today. She might as well pack up and move out.]

I rubbed my temples.

Last night’s dream really had been a little dramatic.

Julian had always been generous. Even if we divorced, he probably wouldn’t let things turn that nasty, right?

If we really had to divorce, maybe I could try to fight for the lab?

Still, I truly didn’t want a divorce.

Julian had always supported my career.

He had also given me enough space to devote myself to the work I loved.

I knew it would be hard for me to find another partner as good as him.

I also knew that, over the past three years, I had fallen for him.

I made up my mind.

I was going to win him back.

As long as I hadn’t signed the divorce papers, there was still room for us to fix things.

The comments appeared.

[I’m afraid there’s no chance.]

[The succubus heroine is delivering coffee to the male lead right now.]

[One look and she could tell the male lead had been holding himself back for way too long.]

[This kind of man is the easiest to tease.]

[Once the heroine makes even the slightest move, the CEO’s office becomes their battlefield.]

[Hehehe. Julian’s executive office comes with a private suite and bathroom.]

[Julian prepared all kinds of games and toys.]

[But no matter how many times he hinted, Vivian refused to go to his company.]

[Now Julian can use all those games with the succubus heroine.]

[The soundproofing is insane. They can do whatever they want, and no one outside will hear a thing.]

I bolted upright.

I decided to dress up carefully and bring Julian some tea-break treats at Hartwell Group.

I made the pastries myself.

The French pastries were decorated with flowers, fruit, and tiny green leaves, giving them a bright spring feel.

The comments reacted.

[Didn’t expect that. She actually made French pastries for Julian herself.]

[The makeup, the dress, and the pastries. That does look sincere.]

[Has she finally figured it out? This looks like more than just bringing the male lead pastries.]

[It looks like she practically gift-wrapped herself for him.]

[Where was this energy before?]

[She had these moves the whole time but only uses them now that the male lead wants a divorce.]

[No use. The male lead and heroine are probably already all over each other in the office.]

I still trusted Julian’s character.

Even if he wanted a divorce, the divorce process hadn’t officially started yet.

He should be able to control himself.

The comments disagreed.

[I wouldn’t be so sure.]

[He can control himself around other women.]

[But Ivy White is the heroine of this story. She is Julian’s heroine.]

[When the male lead and female lead meet, sparks fly. You know how it goes.]

[Besides, how long has it been since Vivian let him enjoy himself properly? Does she have zero self-awareness?]

I drove my SUV toward Hartwell Group headquarters.

As soon as I entered the lobby, I headed toward the reception desk to ask for directions.

The receptionist recognized me.

“You must be Mrs. Hartwell. I’ll call Mr. Hartwell right away.”

I paused slightly.

“You know me?”

After all, this was my first time at Hartwell Group.

The receptionist smiled and explained, “There’s a photo of you and Mr. Hartwell on the company display wall.”

With that, she dialed the executive office extension.

“Hello, Mr. Hartwell. Your wife is here. She’s on the first floor…”

Julian said on the other end, “Bring her up.”

“Yes, Mr. Hartwell.”

After hanging up, the receptionist led me to the executive elevator.

The CEO’s office was on the ninth floor.

The moment I stepped out of the elevator, I saw Ivy White walking out of the executive office.

She bumped right into me, knocking the box of French pastries from my hand and sending it tumbling to the floor.