Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 299

When Emmy walked back into the hospital room, she spotted a spread of breakfast laid out neatly on the table.

Teresa pointed at the food, a knowing smile on her face. “Your husband dropped these off. He really put some thought into it—brought you pumpkin soup and your favorite crystal dumplings. He seemed busy, though. Just set everything down and left.”

Emmy just said a soft “Oh,” and started unwrapping the breakfast, her expression unreadable.

Teresa glanced at her, then shook her head, giving up on trying to figure out the young couple. She switched topics. “So, do you think I can go home and rest now?”

Emmy pressed her lips together, then nodded. “I’ll ask James to talk to Dr. Hall later. You should be able to check out soon.”

Ivy, who’d been tidying up nearby, suddenly spoke up, her voice low but serious. “Miss Emmy, you should be careful around Dr. Hall. The way she looks at Mr. Carter isn’t right. She always waits until you’re not here to find reasons to talk to him about your condition. Honestly, her eyes never leave him.”

Emmy paused with the spoonful of pumpkin soup halfway to her mouth, caught off guard by the comment.

So Lorelei’s feelings for James were that obvious—even Ivy had noticed. Her mom must have picked up on it too.

She kept her tone calm. “Ivy, Mom, Dr. Hall and James were in the same unit. They’ve known each other for years. It’s normal for them to catch up sometimes.”

And honestly, the way Lorelei talked the other day, Emmy suspected she and James might have been through life-and-death stuff together. Friendships forged in those moments are different. Even if they were alone together, what could she really say? What right did she have to be jealous?

After breakfast, Emmy pulled out her laptop and hooked up her phone.

Lines of code instantly filled the screen.

Her anger that morning wasn’t just about privacy. Her phone held all her programming work. After being robbed twice, she couldn’t help but be on edge. Anytime someone touched her phone or computer, she instinctively assumed the worst.

Even with James.

But logic told her James would never mess with her code. Maybe he really just changed that childish contact name. But he’d insisted he did something else.

She scrolled through her phone again. Besides the nickname, everything looked normal—calls, messages, all untouched.

Elsewhere, by the curb where the accident had happened, the air still smelled like smoke and burnt metal.

James, his face streaked with ash, had just finished a tough rescue and was tearing into a bread roll.

He glanced at his phone and frowned at Emmy’s silent ellipsis.

Will walked over and handed him a water bottle. “James, second team’s here. They’ll take over from here. We can head back.”

James shoved his phone in his pocket, finished the bread in a couple of bites, and climbed into the fire truck. “Everyone, let’s move out.”

As the engine rumbled and the truck pulled away, James leaned back in his seat, Emmy’s silent message and her stubborn expression from this morning looping through his mind.

He hesitated, then cleared his throat and turned to his teammate.

“Hey, let me ask you something. If you say the wrong thing and piss off your wife, how do you make it right?”