Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 625

James disappeared into the kitchen, his tall silhouette swallowed up by the doorway. The sound of running water drifted out a moment later.

Emmy leaned against the frame, watching him as he rolled up his sleeves. His forearms looked strong and toned, muscles flexing just a little with every move as he washed and chopped vegetables. With his broad shoulders and slim waist, his posture straight as ever, he made the kitchen look less like a place to cook and more like a runway.

She found herself staring, her thoughts drifting away. She started picturing the moment when she’d finally finish knitting that scarf for him. What kind of look would he have if she put it on him herself? Would he be surprised, maybe shocked? Or would he just… melt a little?

The thought made her grin, and her eyes sparkled with mischief. But just then, as if he could sense her gaze, James turned around. Their eyes met.

Emmy’s smile froze. She felt like a kid caught sneaking cookies before dinner. Her cheeks burned and she quickly tried to pull her expression back to neutral, stumbling over her words. “I’ll… I’ll wait for you in the living room!”

She didn’t stick around to see his reaction. Spinning on her heel, she hurried off, feeling her heart race.

James watched her go, a hint of a smile flickering in his dark eyes. He knew her too well. Every little look, every fidget, he caught it all. He’d noticed she was up to something, but he wasn’t about to pry. He trusted her. Whatever she was doing, he knew she had her reasons.

Still, without thinking, he touched his bare neck. His brows drew together. For a second, he felt a strange pang of disappointment.

Meanwhile, Emmy plopped down on the living room couch, her pulse still running wild. She grabbed her phone, finally taking a moment to see what was blowing up online.

#EvelinaBlockedByReporters

The hashtag was right at the top of the trending list, marked with a glaring red tag that screamed "Explosive." She tapped it.

The top post was a shaky, three-minute video. Evelina looked nothing like the polished public figure people were used to. She had a baseball cap pulled down low and a huge mask covering her face, only her wide, panicked eyes showing. Reporters crowded around her at a doorway, cameras and microphones pushed right up to her.

Questions were flying from all sides.

“Ms. Evelina, how do you justify staying free after plagiarizing so much research?”

“Who’s backing you? Who’s protecting you?”

“Just how much power does it take to let you ignore the law and crush fairness in science?”

Evelina kept stumbling backward, her face chalk-white. She tried to shrink into her collar, unable to answer a single question.

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