Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1695

The hot soup Sylvia had just taken into her mouth went straight down her windpipe. "Cough... cough, cough, cough!" She turned her head away abruptly, covering her mouth as she coughed violently. Her pale cheeks instantly flushed a deep red, and tears pricked the corners of her eyes.

Steve instinctively wanted to stand up and pour her a glass of water, but the moment he moved, he froze. The wicked fire that had ignited from fantasizing about her red lips was now openly making its presence known. The fabric of his suit trousers tented in an exaggerated curve that was completely impossible to hide. Cursing under his breath, Steve had no choice but to sit back down. He even hunched forward slightly, resting his hands on his thighs in an attempt to conceal his embarrassing reaction.

Sylvia finally managed to stop coughing. With the corners of her eyes rimmed in red, she glared at him between pants for breath. "Steve, is there something wrong with your brain?"

Steve rubbed his nose, feeling a bit guilty, but decided to probe her anyway. "Do you... remember what happened last night?"

Sylvia paused, instinctively asking back. "What happened?" She had drank far too much last night. Her mind was a total blur, and she had completely blacked out.

Steve's eyes flickered as he instantly deduced that she had forgotten the kiss entirely. For some reason, a wave of indescribable disappointment washed over him. He lowered his head, stirring his bowl of soup aggressively, and muttered, "Nothing."

Sylvia stared at him suspiciously, feeling that the man in front of her was not only incredibly strange but also extremely dangerous. She didn't want to stay in this house for a second longer. Downing the last of her soup in a few quick bites, she grabbed her purse, determined to leave.

Right at that moment, the housekeeper returned carrying her clothes. "Sir, the young lady's clothes are washed and dried. The owner of the shop just opened up, so it took a little longer."

Sylvia walked over, took the clothes, and offered a polite word of thanks. She quickly put on her coat, smoothed out her long hair, and without giving Steve another glance, turned and headed straight for the entryway.

But Steve was right behind her, grabbing his laptop bag as he followed. "I will drive you."

Steve's grip on the steering wheel tightened slightly, his brow furrowing. This woman was guarding against him so fiercely that she would rather be dropped off at a freezing park in the snow than let him know her exact address. He didn't press the issue and pressed down on the accelerator, driving toward the city.

Half an hour later, Sylvia realized something was wrong. The car wasn't heading in the direction of Starlight Park; instead, it was winding onto an avenue along the river. By now, the snow had slowly stopped falling. The gloomy sky offered a sliver of light, and the streets were gradually filling with snow sweepers and pedestrians. Frowning, Sylvia knocked on the back of the front seat. "Drop me off by the side of the road up ahead. I will get a cab myself."

"What is the rush?" Instead of pulling over, Steve turned the steering wheel sharply, his tone lazy. "I am taking you somewhere fun."

Sylvia completely lost her temper, her voice involuntarily rising. "Steve! I have a flight booked for this afternoon! You better not delay me. Pull over right now!"