Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 149

"What's going on?" Owen took a sip of his whiskey and asked, "By the way, I heard the old man had you and Emilia come back to Lunar Manor today?"

"Yeah." Tyler answered simply, swirling the ice in his glass as he watched the throng of dancers below, expression unreadable.

"Is that why you're in such a lousy mood?" Owen pressed.

Tyler didn't respond right away. His mind was a tangled mess.

He kept replaying the image of Emilia in tears, refusing him, and Vivienne's words echoed relentlessly in his head.

On a whim, Tyler asked, "What happened with that woman you told me about last time—the one who called you a ‘bad apple?' Anything new?"

Just moments ago, Owen had been all swagger and bravado, eager for gossip. Now, he deflated in an instant.

"Bro, are you really trying to find happiness in my misery?" Owen groaned, grinding his teeth.

Tyler didn't think much of it; he'd just thrown the question out there.

Noticing Tyler drifting off, Owen let it go, taking another drink. "It's the same as before. She won't talk to me."

"Honestly, I may not be the head honcho of The Erickson Group like you are in Alden City, but I'm still the heir to my family's empire. How can she treat me this way?"

"I've sent her flowers, bought her designer clothes and purses, tried every possible apology and excuse, but nothing works."

"I even booked her favorite five-star restaurant, but she didn't show. Every time I reach out, she's busy, or she just ignores me altogether."

"Ugh!"

The more Owen talked, the more exasperated he became, running his hands through his hair in frustration.

Finally, he muttered, "I know what she's doing. She's testing my limits."

"All because I went shopping with Miss Jensen that one time."

"Sadie's got me right where she wants me."

Tyler watched the dancers below, lost in thought.

Exactly. Emilia was doing the same thing.

Vivienne's words floated back to him—

—

Morning came all too quickly.

Emilia managed to find an old dress she'd left in the closet from a previous visit. It was simple, but respectable enough.

After tidying herself up, she headed towards the old manor, where Tyler's grandparents lived.

Just as she was about to go inside, she saw Tyler pulling up outside.

The memory of last night was still raw. She had no desire to see him again, so she turned and hurried toward the door.

"Emilia!"

She hadn't taken two steps before Tyler cut the engine, strode over, and blocked her path.

Emilia ignored him and kept walking, but Tyler didn't let her escape. He grabbed her arm, pulled her off the path into a small grove, and pinned her against a tree.

He kissed her—hard, unyielding.

"Tyler, what are you—" Her protest was swallowed by his lips.