Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 374

Inside the drawer, a few pairs of his old underwear sat neatly folded. Same boring style, either black or gray—nothing else.

The cozy feeling that had just filled his chest evaporated in a heartbeat, swept away by a wave of disappointment he couldn’t quite explain. His heart felt heavy.

She’d bought him everything—new shirts, warm clothes for the cold weather, even thermal tops. She’d thought of everything.

Except underwear.

Why hadn’t she gotten him any underwear?

James sat on the edge of the bed, pajamas in hand, just staring at the drawer for what felt like forever. The comfort from seeing all those new clothes had vanished, replaced by a frustrated, bottled-up ache.

After a long while, he finally changed into his pajamas, brushed his teeth, and slipped quietly into bed, pulling Emmy close. Her warmth should have been enough, but an hour later, he was still wide awake, feeling restless.

He bolted upright, threw back the covers, and got out of bed. He opened the wardrobe again, yanked open the drawer, and grabbed all his old underwear.

With both hands, he stretched the fabric tight and tore.

Rip.

One pair.

Then another.

He ripped every single pair, some right down the middle, leaving huge, ridiculous holes.

When he was done, he calmly folded the shredded pieces and stacked them neatly back in the drawer, just like before.

Only then did James close the wardrobe, feeling oddly satisfied. He crawled back into bed, wrapped Emmy up in his arms, and finally slept soundly.

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When Emmy woke up the next morning, it was already past eight. The spot beside her was empty and a little cold—James had clearly been gone for a while.

She’d just finished getting ready when the doorbell started ringing like crazy.

The morning slipped by quietly, the apartment filled with the peaceful hum of focused study.

Around noon, Emmy’s phone rang.

Will’s name flashed on the screen.

She picked up, and he sounded flustered. “Hey, Emmy, uh… there was a little accident during training. James’s clothes got completely soaked with the fire hose. Is there any chance you could grab him a clean set for me to pick up?”

Emmy frowned. “Doesn’t the station have spare clothes?”

Will groaned. “Don’t even ask! Everything went out for cleaning this morning—they’re not back yet. James is soaked through, inside and out, and it’s freezing today. I don’t want him catching a cold.”

Emmy didn’t hesitate. “No problem! I’ll get some stuff ready for you now.”

She hung up, rushed to the bedroom, and flung open the wardrobe. She quickly picked out a set of new clothes, found some clean socks, and finally knelt down to open the underwear drawer.

The moment she looked inside, Emmy froze, completely stunned.