Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 222

Emilia looked at the others and said, “Let’s get some rest.”

She’d handle the rest.

The group was exhausted, so after a few quick goodbyes, each went their own way.

By the time Emilia made it back to her rented apartment, it was already past midnight.

Worried she might not wake up in time to take Bella to school the next day, she set half a dozen alarms on her phone before finally sinking into a deep sleep.

…

Meanwhile, elsewhere.

Christian had managed to slip away from the eldest and from Wyatt, and was now quietly telling Alexander about Emilia’s plan.

Alexander didn’t immediately approve or object. Instead, he studied his third grandson from head to toe, his gaze lingering a little too long.

Christian felt his skin crawl under his grandfather’s scrutiny.

“What’s with that look, Grandpa?” Christian asked nervously. “Did I do something wrong?”

Alexander sat up straighter, his expression a tangled mess of emotions.

Christian’s anxiety grew. Was this bad? Or… something else? Old man always made things so hard to read.

“I honestly don’t get it,” Alexander finally muttered. “Why on earth did she pick you?”

He shook his head, still eyeing Christian critically. “You look decent enough, I suppose, but you’re hot-tempered, never quite as capable as your brothers, always rushing in headfirst instead of thinking things through. What does she see in you?”

Christian seethed.

He was more than just “decent”—he was downright handsome! He’d inherited his dad’s good genes, and wasn’t it obvious? The tabloids had called him one of the city’s most eligible bachelors, and his name was always popping up in gossip columns with famous actresses.

Besides, after spending time with Emilia, he’d gotten much better at controlling his temper.

Christian hadn’t expected his grandfather to ask these questions.

Truth was, he’d never really thought about it. It had just sort of… happened. Emilia picked him, and suddenly they were fighting side by side.

“Grandpa…” Christian hesitated, then said, “Maybe it’s because she used to use a fake name to sell songs through me? And since we’re friends, and there happened to be this show…”

Alexander, exasperated, grabbed his cane and rapped Christian on the head.

“Ow, Grandpa! That hurts!” Christian complained, rubbing his scalp.

Alexander shook his head. “What’s this about selling songs under a fake name?”

Christian explained how he’d convinced Emilia to use the pseudonym “Emy” to release music after she’d left the industry, and how he’d handled the transactions for her.

“Wasn’t really for the money,” he grumbled. “Back then, she was Tyler’s wife—he was generous with her. It’s not like she cared about a few bucks here and there.”