From Neglected Wife to CEO’s Obsession novel Chapter 183

I can’t believe I actually fell asleep while we were just on the road. Seriously, how lame can I get? Annoyed, I gave myself a little tap right in the middle of my forehead.

Even that tiny movement was enough to make Elliot’s eyes fly open. His deep brown gaze sharpened in an instant, all alert and intense, like a panther waking in the dark.

“Awake?” His voice was low and a little rough, the kind that could make your heart skip. But his eyes were clear—totally focused, not even a trace of drowsiness.

I nodded, feeling a bit awkward, and shifted in my seat to shake off the stiffness. “Sorry, boss. I’m pretty useless. Didn’t mean to waste your time.”

“It’s fine. Want to head in? Once I check us in, you can relax a bit.”

“Okay.”

Elliot got out first, and it looked like he was about to come around and open my door for me. But this wasn’t exactly a work event, so I hurried and opened it myself, getting out before he could.

Something flickered in his eyes—maybe surprise? He didn’t say anything, just pressed his lips together and turned to lead the way. I trailed after him, keeping pace.

Inside, the hotel receptionist was standing tall, all bright-eyed and professional. As soon as she saw us, she broke into a dazzling smile and greeted us like we were VIPs.

“Welcome! I’m so sorry, but at the moment, the only suite available is our top-floor Presidential Suite.”

One room. Two people. A man and a woman. Boss and employee. How exactly were we supposed to handle that?

The receptionist leaned forward with an apologetic smile. “Besides the master bedrooms, the Presidential Suite also has three extra guest rooms, so both of you will have plenty of space.”

Elliot glanced down at me, as if to ask what I thought.

Was that even a question? No way.

It wasn’t just that I was still married—even if I was divorced, I wasn’t about to share a suite with my boss for no reason.

People could say whatever they wanted about me, but Elliot? The guy was practically a saint—he’d never even dated. There was no way I was going to ruin his reputation because of this.

Some people just can’t help themselves. It’s not loyalty—it’s obsession. Honestly, it’s just messed up.

I turned around. Remy stood about three meters away, dragging his suitcase, his face looking even thinner than before. His eyes were red and tired, and under the hotel’s fancy lights, his dark stare seemed to flicker with pain.

His gaze moved from me to Elliot’s suitcase, and I saw the hurt deepen in his eyes.

I followed his line of sight and got it. One man, one woman, a single suitcase, standing at the front desk—it looked exactly like the kind of situation people loved to gossip about.

I didn’t bother explaining. Didn’t see the point.

“Business trip,” I said, my voice cool and steady.

The receptionist beamed at me. “Thank you for waiting, ma’am. We actually have two single rooms available, right next to each other. You get first pick.”