Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 1399

James broke the brief silence. "I had Nina sent to the base for elite training." Emmy blinked, taking a moment to process his words. "Elite training?" "Although she has great potential, the White family never systematically trained her to be a professional bodyguard," he explained. "So I arranged a crash course lasting two weeks to brush up on her professional skills and etiquette." Emmy looked pleasantly surprised. "I was just about to suggest finding an experienced veteran to mentor her. You always think further ahead than I do." James chuckled softly, raising a hand to affectionately tap her nose. "Of course. How could I be careless with the person responsible for protecting you day in and day out?" A sweet warmth blossomed in Emmy's chest, and she affectionately looped her arm through his. "Alright, I will leave it to your capable hands, Mr. Nelson." She rested her head against his shoulder as they strolled toward the castle doors, her mood visibly brightening.

James slowed his pace to match hers. Turning his head, his deep gaze lingered on her profile before a complex shadow quietly surfaced in his dark eyes. His attention drifted uncontrollably downward to her flat stomach. A new little life might already be growing there. Yet, there was no joy of impending fatherhood in his eyes, only a turbulent undercurrent of suppressed anguish. If she truly was pregnant, they could not keep the child. The negative implications were simply too immense. Forcing himself to look away, James pushed down the agonizing struggle in his heart. Right now, she seemed relaxed, her steps light and her brow unfurrowed. But he knew it was merely a brave facade she maintained for his sake. He needed to wait just a little longer until she truly recovered and found genuine peace. Only then would he gently discuss the heartbreaking necessity of an abortion.

Meanwhile, in Seaview, the Moore family estate was shrouded in gloom. The dim bedroom reeked of cheap alcohol, the pungent scent of despair and fermentation hanging heavy in the air. As soon as Sylvia ended the call with Emmy, she slid limply down the wall until she collapsed onto the floorboards. Several empty wine bottles lay haphazardly near her feet. On a nearby table sat the untouched, stone cold meal a servant had brought in earlier. For the past few days, she had been trapped in this room like a walking corpse, doing nothing but drinking and staring into the void. Had Emmy's phone call not forcefully dragged a sliver of sanity back into her mind, she might have gladly drunk herself to death, never wishing to wake again.

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps echoed from the hallway. The bedroom door was shoved open with brutal force. Blinding light flooded the space, causing Sylvia to instinctively squint her swollen, bloodshot eyes. A servant stood in the doorway, staring down at Sylvia huddled in the corner with absolutely no respect. "Miss, was that Mr. Michell on the phone? Have you finally earned his forgiveness?" Sylvia tugged at her cracked lips, letting out a hollow laugh. "No. It was just a friend." The servant's face instantly darkened, her expression morphing into one of harsh disdain. Stepping up to the table, she glared at the untouched food and impatiently clicked her tongue. Snatching up the tray, she spoke with chilling indifference. "Since you have the leisure to chat with friends, you should spend that time contacting Mr. Michell instead. The master made it perfectly clear. You must do exactly as he says and beg Mr. Michell to take you back. Until the Michell family agrees to resume our business partnerships, the master will not let you step one foot out of this room. Since you refuse to eat, I will take this away. Starving for a few meals might finally wake you up."

Without a backward glance, the servant marched out. The door slammed shut, followed by the definitive click of the lock. Sylvia tilted her head back, resting it against the unforgiving wall, and let out a long, ragged sigh. Tears slipped from the corners of her eyes and cascaded into her mouth, leaving behind nothing but the taste of bitter sorrow. Ever since being dragged back to the Moore family, the relentless sequence of devastating blows had pushed her to the absolute brink of collapse. Taking a moment to gather whatever strength she had left, Sylvia picked up her phone. Her trembling fingers hovered over the screen for a long time before she finally dialed the number she had memorized by heart. The call connected almost instantly. Steve's delighted voice echoed through the receiver. "Sylvia? Are you finally willing to contact me?" Sylvia opened her mouth, her voice rough and entirely devoid of the forced composure she had maintained with Emmy. "Steve, my grandfather passed away a few days ago. The only person in this world who truly loved me is gone. Are you happy now?"