After My Death, the Love-struck CEO Begs for Reconciliation-Chapter 17

"Adrian Sinclair, a Chinese national with French citizenship, the youngest CEO of Elysian Group..." I held my coffee, searching for his information in the pantry. Before I could scroll down, I bumped into someone.

"I’m sorry, I’m sorry!" I quickly stepped back, but it was too late—the scalding coffee had already splashed all over his expensive suit. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

I’m doomed.

I looked up. The man in front of me held a cup of water, smiling gently at me, while the coffee continued to dribble down the hem of his jacket.

"It’s okay." He took off the dirty suit jacket and asked me, "Did you get burned?"

"N-no."

"That’s good." He took a mop from the side, noticed my eagerness to help, shook his head, and cleaned the floor spotlessly. He even washed the cup I dropped and handed it back to me.

"Be careful next time, hot water can burn you."

I nodded quickly. It wasn’t until I returned to my desk that I remembered my phone. I opened the screen and scrolled down, and Adrian Sinclair’s photo popped up.

My eyes widened in shock, and I was lost for words.

The man with the chiseled features in the photo was the exact same person I had just run into in the pantry.

Meanwhile, back home, in the hospital.

Julian Lancaster sat by the bedside, looking at Uncle Shaw, who lay there unconscious. Ever since the debacle at the engagement party, Uncle Shaw had suffered a stroke from the stress and hadn’t woken up since.

The hospital room door was gently knocked; it was his assistant.

"How is it?" Julian asked, looking slightly weary. "Have you found her?"

The assistant nodded. "Miss Everard went to Caelus and became the Chief Aromatherapist at Elysian Group."

"Elysian..." Julian repeated, instructing, "Book me a ticket to Caelus, as soon as possible."

After arranging things here, he rushed to the airport. As soon as he stepped downstairs, Serena Sullivan, who had been waiting for a long time, pounced on him and hugged him.

She had been waiting here for so long; ever since Uncle Shaw was hospitalized, Julian had either been in the hospital room or dealing with the company’s mess, and she hadn’t been able to see him even once.

"Julian... Julian, you didn’t reply to my messages. I was really worried about you..."

"Worried about me?" Julian pushed her away, sneering coldly, "What is there to worry about me? I’ve been taking care of Uncle Shaw, and Uncle Shaw ended up in the hospital because of you and your illicit lover. What right do you have to say you’re worried about me?"

"I’m your fiancée. Weren’t we going to get engaged?" Serena clung to him again, unable to understand why the man who once catered to her every whim was now so impatient.

"So what if we’re engaged?" Julian was irritated by the noise. "Who knows whose bastard you’re carrying? I only promised to marry Clara Everard!"

Hearing Clara Everard’s name again, Serena’s voice suddenly grew louder, and she, like a provoked beast, eyes bloodshot, screamed at Julian, "Didn’t you not like her? When did you start taking an interest in her again?"