Farewell to Love: The CEO's Desperate Chase novel Chapter 388

Theodore looked at Emilia, and in that moment, it felt like they were the only two people in the world.

A gentle breeze caught her hair, and the warmth of his hand seeped into her skin, sending a strange, unfamiliar current through her.

Suddenly, Theodore smiled.

It was a beautiful smile, lighting up his whole face, his eyes brimming with laughter.

He didn’t move, just sat there, but the affection in his gaze was unmistakable.

He saw it now.

For the first time in all these days, he saw it in her eyes—a flicker of genuine attraction.

It wasn’t gratitude, or compatibility, or the warmth of friendship.

It was something more.

She was falling for him.

Even if it only lasted a heartbeat, it was enough to fill him with happiness.

If loving someone meant humility, meant loving from the shadows, then he was more than willing to play that part for her.

Emilia saw his smile.

It was the first time she’d seen him look so radiant.

Gone was the usual polite, refined composure—there was something intense in his eyes now, something fierce and possessive.

She felt herself blush, unexpectedly shy.

Unable to meet his gaze, she turned away, looking anywhere but at him.

Theodore stood up and moved to her side.

He was tall—so much taller than her—he could’ve wrapped her in his arms and she would’ve disappeared into his embrace.

He just looked down at her.

He watched the wind toy with her hair, watched her long lashes sweep down as she lowered her eyes.

He was seized by an urge to pull her into his arms.

“Sounds good,” Emilia replied. After all the wine and walking, she realized she was actually hungry.

They ordered two bowls and found a spot on a stone bench, eating with disposable forks.

Emilia couldn’t help but laugh as she watched Theodore.

He was chewing industriously, mouth full, and turned to her with a puzzled look—clearly wondering what she found so funny.

She looked at Theodore—his Patek Philippe glinting on his wrist, dressed in a tailored suit with gemstone cufflinks, every inch the picture of refined luxury. Yet here he was, sitting beside her on a stone bench, eating street food with a plastic fork.

“It’s nothing,” she said, still smiling. “You just seem... surprisingly down-to-earth right now.”

He wasn’t the distant, untouchable CEO she’d always imagined, but just a man—sitting next to her, sharing noodles.

The gap between them felt a little smaller.

Theodore swallowed and said, “Back when I was at sea, there were times when food was scarce. I learned to eat whatever was available.”

He went on, “Everything on the boat had to last, so whenever we docked, we’d always treat ourselves to something good onshore.”

“Every bite of street food tasted incredible to me.”