Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1395

James listened with a raised eyebrow. "Are you suffering from Stockholm syndrome? She took care of you tirelessly for so long. Anyone would change their attitude after that. It's called gratitude, not love. Don't go making up dramas for yourself."

Steve shook his head with utmost seriousness, his peach-blossom eyes devoid of any joking intent. "I'm being serious. That feeling was too intense. It simply cannot be explained away by gratitude. Don't think I'm joking. In that dream, I dreamed about you too."

James looked at him with leisurely amusement. "What did you dream about me?"

Steve's gaze turned a bit bizarre, tinged with a degree of pity. "I dreamed... you married a female college student. But that person wasn't Emmy."

James's previously nonchalant expression instantly froze, and the temperature in the room seemed to plummet several degrees.

Steve continued detailing the absurd dreamscape. "That woman was pretty ordinary, completely not from the same world as you. You were so busy all day that you never came home. As a result, the college girl couldn't stand the loneliness and cheated on you. In the end, she even ran off with some wild man, taking all your savings with her."

James remained utterly silent, his icy glare fixed on Steve.

Looking completely innocent, Steve raised three fingers in a vow. "I swear to God! I'm definitely not lying to you! I keep feeling that it wasn't an illusion. It was more like... when I was on the brink of death, my soul left my body and took a stroll through a parallel universe. Seriously. That sense of suffocation and profound reality couldn't just be fabricated. Besides, have you ever known me to lie to you?"

James initially didn't want to believe such nonsense. But seeing Steve's solemn vows, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. If parallel universes really did exist... He abruptly spoke, his voice tight, "Then did you dream about my wife?"

Steve shook his head regretfully. "No. I only dreamed about Sylvia, Abriella, and you. As for Emmy... I had no impression of her in the dream."

"No," James replied flatly.

Steve furrowed his brows and ran an agitated hand through his hair. "What on earth is that woman doing? She even blocked all my contact information. I can't reach her even if I try."

James raised an eyebrow, looking at him with a half-smile. "Didn't you always used to say that a good horse never turns back to eat old grass? You also said that whoever brought a woman like Sylvia home would be cursed with bad luck. What's wrong, does your face not hurt from the slap?"

Steve let out an awkward cough, though his thick skin remained intact. "What kind of good horse am I anyway? I just suddenly developed a taste for this particular old grass, got a problem with that?"