CHAPTER 38 WARM ACTIONS

The CEO

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I walked out of the room in a daze, headed straight to the cabinet, and pulled out a bottle of wine and a glass cup. Within minutes, I was sitting on the balcony. Although the night breeze was cool, my body still simmered with anger. My heart was heavy, feeling betrayed. I remembered how my heart raced when she wrapped her legs around me and the smile that spread across her lips—I wanted to kiss them. My body yearned for her. Yet the image of her kissing Logan was still digging pits in my head and giving me headaches.

Pouring wine into the glass, the ice cubes clinked softly. I downed it in one go, trying to drown out her words echoing in my mind.

"Warm actions, cold words," I muttered bitterly to myself, remembering how I couldn't promise her a future yet ended up with Lucy down the aisle.

I refilled the glass and sipped it. Aunt Tracy's advice slipped into my head. I felt even worse; it was so much easier not to blame myself for her being with the bartender.

My phone buz