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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 9

Cathryn temporarily forgot her sadness and was utterly attracted to the man. She carefully looked the man up and down and, at last, fixed her eyes on the man's hands.

The man's fingers were slender and straight, like his figure. His fingers were slightly crooked because he was carrying a square box wrapped in blue lace silk ribbon. It seemed as though the joints of his fingers were somewhat white.

Cathryn stood in front of the door with her eyes fixed on the square box in his hand, sniffing loudly, and asked doubtfully, "Who are you?" Her first words were to ask who he was. That really surprised Keith, but at the same time, he had some understanding as to why.

The day he met Cathryn, she was utterly drunk, and he had also known that she had been drugged. So she certainly hadn't seen his appearance clearly.

"Did she remember or have any recollection of that night," Keith wondered. She may not know who he is now, but Keith knew that they would have a long time to get to know each other.

When Keith put his work aside and hurried back to the bar to find that Cathryn had left, Keith felt lost. When Keith returned to the company, he immediately asked Jeremy to use all his power to investigate the truth of what really happened that night. After a careful investigation, he overheard a group of wealthy people gossiping about what went on that night.

Jeremy confronted the young people, and they trembled with fear. They kept telling Jeremy that they were not familiar with Cathryn. He finally got the truth out of them when he threatened them. He said to them that he would call their parents, one of them, whose name was Abigail, told the truth.

It turned out that Cathryn was conned into going to the bar by Abigail that evening. She told him how she gave her the pill and how they got her to drink the wine. Cathryn was totally at their mercy. Like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. They didn't expect that Joel was taking Cathryn to the room he had booked, and Cathryn accidentally would bump into Keith and make a scene.

"Sometimes, fate was so beautiful; although we only spent one short night together, you couldn't forget me, could you?" Keith was getting fidgety, he wanted her to remember the night that they spent together. He wanted her to feel the same way that he felt.

Keith's handsome appearance was more charming, and his voice was low and magnetic, like a glass of old, luscious red wine, making people feel like they were intoxicated. Cathryn's eyes gradually widened, and she looked at Keith.

Keith looked down at Cathryn's hand and saw the pregnancy test in her hand.

His eyes suddenly lit up. His brown eyes were more transparent, he tried to restrain himself, but he blurted out, "Are you pregnant?"

Hearing these words, all the grievances came to Cathryn in an instant. Cathryn didn't know how to describe her complicated mood when she looked at the biological father of her child standing in front of her. She could feel her eyes getting sour, and her throat tickled. The man reached for the pregnancy stick in her hand, and Cathryn's tears flowed down suddenly like a flood.

Keith had never dealt with such a situation like this before, but he felt his heart ache as if it had been cut by a knife when Cathryn cried. "Don't cry, I will take care of you," he coaxed her quickly.

Be responsible for her? How would he be responsible for her? What was he going to do, marry her?

She didn't want to marry him. She didn't even know him. Then she thought that maybe he would ask her to have an abortion? No, it was impossible! Cathryn thought.

Cathryn cried hysterically, and the man did not know how to comfort her. He decided that he had to hold her in his arms. He wrapped her shoulders with his big and powerful hands. When the man's warm breath surrounded Cathryn, she felt unprecedented peace of mind.

"How... How can you prove that it was you who spent the night with me that night?"Cathryn asked in a whisper. She raised her hand to wipe away the tears, and she stood at the door to stop him from entering, for she was undecided whether she should let him in. She had to make sure it was him that she was with that night.

"You were sick to your stomach and got it all over me, and then your male companion ran away, leaving you there. Finally, I took you to a room that was temporarily booked," stated Keith in a flat tone. "Besides, it may be presumptuous to speak out, but I still have to say that you have a red birthmark an inch below your navel, and it is round in shape," said Keith.

She was now entirely sure that the man of that night was him. Indeed, Cathryn's birthmark was an inch below her navel, which was also her sensitive place. So it is evident that the man observed her carefully enough to know these intimate things about her.

Closing the door, Keith accompanied Cathryn to the sofa. Cathryn had calmed down, but she was still sobbing. Keith opened the square box, and a beautiful cake embellished with lemon appeared in front of Cathryn.

Cathryn immediately stopped sobbing and looked at the lemon cake. She was famished. Her eyes were red and swollen, but she could not take her eyes off the cake. Keith gave her an amusing look and cut off a piece of cake for her. He put it in a paper tray and handed it to her.

Cathryn had not eaten any breakfast the previous morning, so she didn't refuse. She took the cake from his hand and put it into her mouth. Seeing her enjoy the cake, Keith cut another piece of cake for her and set it aside. She kept her head down while she was eating the cake. She was too embarrassed to look at Keith.

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