Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1608

However, Laney happened to scroll past Andrew's social network post. Instead of liking his post, she immediately sent a message to Teresa. [Auntie, congratulations!]

Teresa looked at the message, pleasantly surprised. She held her phone screen up to Andrew with a smile. "Andrew, look. Laney sent me a message."

Andrew, who was just opening the car door, paused. "Did you post on your social network too?"

Teresa shook her head. "No, she must have seen your post."

Hearing that, Andrew could not help but chuckle. "It seems Laney really likes you. Even though she and I clash, as long as she likes you, I think she is a good kid."

Teresa cast him an exasperated look. "You father and daughter are exactly the same. Both of you are incredibly stubborn. You say you resent each other, but neither of you can bear to see the other get hurt. Before, Laney risked her life to help you track down that traitor. And you charged through a hail of bullets to save her. Can you two not just get along peacefully?"

Andrew guided Teresa into the passenger seat, his tone colored with an awkward stubbornness. "I was just doing my duty as a father, nothing more."

Teresa sighed. "Fine. But speaking of which, I am planning to call Laney when I get back to the company. I want to hand over the overseas distribution rights for the Mini robotic nanny to her."

The car drove smoothly down the road. Though summer had arrived, the early morning sunlight felt exceptionally gentle. Golden rays filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over the departing vehicle. Even the beams of light seemed to trace the silhouette of pure happiness. There was no better definition of a peaceful life. It did not require anything earth shattering; it was simply finding the one person you were willing to spend the rest of your long life with. Even the breeze tasted sweet.

More than a week passed. As evening descended upon Boston, the sky gradually darkened. Yet, inside the Harvard University laboratory, the lights blazed brightly. Emmy was working overtime again. The central air conditioning was cranked up high, but a fine layer of sweat still beaded on her nose. She sat in front of the computer, her fingers flying across the keyboard, having reached the critical moment of finalizing the last core data set. As long as this data test succeeded, the large scale model they had constructed would be fully operational.

During this time, John, who rarely worked overtime, had been dragged into pulling several all nighters in a row alongside her. Rubbing his stiff neck, John turned to look at Emmy. His gaze fell upon her heavily pregnant belly, which her lab coat could barely conceal anymore, and he could not hold back his advice. "Emmy, you should head home and rest. You are so far along now; you cannot keep pushing yourself this hard."

Emmy did not even lift her head, her eyes glued to the scrolling code on the screen. "It will not take much longer. I want to get this model finalized so we can wrap up the project sooner. That way, you can graduate smoothly before September."