After the CEO Divorced Me, He Wants Me Back

"I'm starving," Maria said as she pulled her hand away, breaking the tension that had built between them.

Sidney nodded, his voice calm. "I've already made breakfast. Wash up, and it'll be ready."

"Alright," she responded, tossing the covers aside and sliding out of bed.

Her pale skin was adorned with faint traces of last night-bruises from his grip, tender marks where his lips had lingered. The sight told the story of their passion, but Maria didn't seem to mind. She moved with ease, disappearing into the bathroom without a second thought.

Sidney's eyes followed her every movement, heat rising again in his chest. He clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay composed as the door shut behind her.

Moments later, her voice called out, "Can you grab me a dress?"

Sidney let out a breath, heading to her walk-in closet. As he stood in front of the endless rows of clothes, he paused. There were so many choices-elegant dresses, casual outfits.

For a brief moment, he was lost in indecision.

Finally, he chose a simple, comfortable-looking dress that he thought she'd like wearing around the house. He approached the bathroom door, giving it a soft knock before the door opened just enough for her hand to slip out.

her the dress, and she

later, he heard

the wrong one?"

drifted out, light and teasing, "No,

headed back toward the kitchen, unaware of the

had picked out for her. As she stepped into the room, the silky fabric of the dress shimmered subtly with her movements, the delicate straps resting on her shoulders, accentuating

hearing her approach, glanced up and froze for a moment. The way

a hand in front of his face, breaking his trance. "What are you staring

blinked, snapping out of it. "Nothing...

sitting down as he pulled out a

help but find his sudden awkwardness amusing. He wasn't usually like this-so flustered. It was almost end

the table and tidied up the kitchen. He returned to her side, his eyes lingering on her as she scrolled

with each passing second, tension building

what you

glanced up from her phone, blinking as if confused. "What did I say