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.

dress, and she pulled

second later, he

wrong one?" Sidney

drifted out, light and teasing, "No,

moment and headed back toward the kitchen, unaware of the

she stepped into the room, the silky fabric of the dress shimmered subtly with her movements, the delicate straps resting on her shoulders,

and froze for a moment. The way the dress moved with her, catching the light, left

hand in front of his face,

blinked, snapping out

said, sitting down as he pulled out a chair for

amusing. He wasn't usually like this-so flustered. It

ate, Sidney cleared the table and tidied up the kitchen. He returned to her side,

with each

up. "Maria... about what you said last

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