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CEO's Romantic Affair

After a night of unintended passion with a high-profile CEO, a young woman finds her life irrevocably changed. What was meant to be a fleeting mistake evolves into a complex web of attraction and corporate secrets. As the powerful billionaire pursues her, she must navigate the treacherous waters of high society and intense office politics. Can their fragile connection survive the weight of public scrutiny and the shadows of his elite world?
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Chapter 8

Cathryn's character, like most girls, was immersed in past memories of her love affair with Jordan. So Grace thought that the most useful way to get Cathryn out of her current state of mind was to help her find a new boyfriend.

"All I know is that his name is Keith," said Cathryn shyly. She was hugging her knee and squatting on the sofa. The mention of his name gave Cathryn an unforgettable physiological stimulation of the events of last night.

The medicine that she had taken had given her body an uncontrollable desire that she wrapped her legs around the man's waist like a snake. She remembers continually making love to him. She had never felt this way before.

Every time she thought of this, she felt embarrassed.

"Why is your face so red?" Grace asked. She had noticed that something was wrong with Cathryn. She patted Cathryn on the shoulder.

"Nothing," Cathryn said calmly. She buried her face in her knees.

"Do you still have any sanitary napkins at home?" asked Grace while she was pouring a glass of water.

"It seems that I have run out," Cathryn put her palm on her face as it was burning up. She did not want to look up because Grace didn't want to see how flushed her face looked.

She then asked, "Are you menstruating? We can go to the supermarket to buy some sanitary napkins if you want?"

Staring straight at Cathryn, Grace said with a deep sigh, "No, they are not for me. You will have your period within a week after taking the emergency contraception. You are twenty-four years old, so it is less likely that you will get pregnant. Unless you are already pregnant? Are you?"

"Definitely not," replied Cathryn.

Cathryn quickly jumped off the sofa and looked for her wallet in a panic. "Would you please come with me to the supermarket to buy some sanitary napkins?"

When they arrived at the supermarket, they saw that there were many discounts, so Cathryn bought five boxes of sanitary napkins.

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A week later, she still did not have her period. Cathryn was very confident in the beginning. Then she became nervous and then she started feeling very frightened. A week had passed, and Cathryn's period had not yet come. She called Grace in tears. Grace asked her to stay calm and wait for two more days. Cathryn tried to remain calm for three more days. Finally, she went to the store on the third day to buy a pregnancy test.

The following day, Cathryn saw the two red lines appear on the pregnancy test stick.

She was so shocked that she was unable to speak. Cathryn thought she was going to faint. While rubbing her eyes and trembling simultaneously, she placed the pregnancy test stick in front of her. The two red lines were more visible to her eyes now, and they clearly showed that the test result was positive.

The result was more unacceptable than her divorce from Jordan. She could hardly breathe. "What am I going to do?" Cathryn thought to herself. Her tears fell down like a waterfall. She was trembling as she looked for her phone. She knew she had to talk to Grace.

She had just finished dialing Grace's number when there was a knock on the door. It was a dull and slow sound.

"Who is it?"Cathryn asked, crying repeatedly.

Raspiness can be heard in her voice. She was in no condition to entertain anyone. All she wanted to do was to talk to Grace, but there was no answer. The knock on the door was continuous.

Cathryn gave up on trying to call Grace and took a tissue to wipe the tears off her face. She went to the door with tears in her eyes. Cathryn opened the door, and to her dismay, there stood Keith. She was shocked.

He lowered his head to look at Cathryn, and his eyes grew deep. Very tenderly, he asked, "Why are you crying?"

Cathryn couldn't speak. All she could do was look at the man who was standing outside in her corridor. He was at least six feet and four inches tall. He was taller than her door.

Cathryn needed to look way up to see his face. "Who was this man, and why does he look so familiar?" she thought to herself.

Jordan had the ordinary appearance of an American man. He had a pair of bright blue eyes, a high nose, and thin lips, like an elaborate statue carefully carved by God. It could be no exaggeration to say that Jordan had opened the door of the entertainment circle and reached the peak of his career with his handsome appearance.

However, the man in front of her was more exquisite than Jordan. The two of them seemed to be like two sculptures. One was the work that the sculptor was satisfied with, and the other was the sculptor's last work, to which the sculptor had devoted all his efforts.

The man's facial shape was clear, and she could vividly see the stereoscopic view of him. The hair in front of his forehead was combed upward to reveal his full forehead, and his crescent-of-moon eyebrows were thin and narrow. The bridge of his nose was upright and straight. His lips were thin and bright red. His lip shape was like the perfect sketch of a Creator.

The most noticeable feature of the man's face was his brown, large, and deep eyes. His eyes were sparkling in a glow of happiness. They were captivating, by far the most attractive feature of his darkly handsome face. They say that the eyes can express the emotions of the person. However, this man's eyes were one of his main attractions. People would look into his eyes and immerse themselves in a fascinating mystery, unable to extricate themselves.

Matching his facial features, the man sent out a remarkable temperament. He was wearing a plain white leisure T-shirt with a pair of dark leisure pants. It still could not conceal his elegance.

Unlike the handsome young actors who were popular in the entertainment circle, the man had been sending out a kind of sophisticated charm. He had long, nicely defined legs that made him win more girls' hearts than any other long-legged handsome man. Moreover, he was flamboyant with his character.

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