After the Breakup, the CEO Begs for Forgiveness Daily

　　"No— Stop it, Simon, not here! This is the office!" 　　Amelia tried to push Simon off her, panic flashing in her eyes. 　　But Simon's long fingers pinched her chin, forcing her to look up and meet his gaze. His eyes burned with desire—familiar, yet today, there was a thread of irritation under it. 　　"Oh? Now you remember my name?" His voice was low and magnetic, his breath brushing her ear as he spoke. "Didn't seem too eager to say hi this morning in the elevator though—you practically bolted." 　　Amelia bit her lip and looked away. She had no choice but to keep her distance, not here. 　　No one in the entire Johnson Group knew that their high and mighty CEO had been secretly involved with her—a low-level designer—for three whole years. 　　Simon clearly didn't take her silence well. He dipped his head and kissed her neck, punishing in his intensity. 　　"Someone might see us..." she whispered, voice barely audible as she turned her head away. 　　Simon chuckled low. "Relax, the glass in the lounge is one-way. We can see out, but they can't see in." 　　His fingers deftly undid the second button of her shirt. "So, no need to worry about anyone seeing you looking this hot." 　　Amelia Clarke pressed her hands against his chest, trying to stop him. "But break time's almost over... Someone might come in..." 　　Simon Johnson paused, his gaze darkening as he looked at her. "Getting all nervous—because you're scared someone might actually walk in, or because you were a little too chummy with that deputy director from tech this afternoon?" 　　She blinked in surprise, then gave a resigned smile. "You saw that? It was just a colleague thinking I'm at the age where I should start dating, so they introduced us. I only met Mr. Coleman for like ten minutes—we didn't even finish our coffee." 　　His hand slid over her waist, tone casual but with an edge. "Oh really? What'd you two talk about? Marriage? Kids? So... you're thinking about settling down now?" 　　His tone was almost joking, but her chest tightened like someone jabbed a sharp needle in it. 　　She lowered her eyes, bit her lip in silence, then asked softly, almost testing the waters, "You've never thought about it?" 　　There was a brief, heavy silence. 　　Simon let go and stepped back, his expression completely cold. "Amelia, I thought after three years, you'd be clear on what this is between us." 　　He adjusted the slightly wrinkled cuff of his shirt, movements smooth but distant. "I can give you money, connections, help you secure your place at Johnson Corp. But love and marriage? That's off the table." 　　Amelia felt her heart sink, her fingertips unconsciously brushing over her lower abdomen. 　　Still flat, utterly unchanged. But inside, life was quietly taking root. 　　Simon caught her subtle gesture, his brows drawing together. "Don't tell me you're—" 　　"What if I am?" Amelia suddenly looked up, meeting his eyes, her voice shaky without her realizing. "What if I really am pregnant? Then what?" 　　His eyes narrowed for a split second before returning to that icy calm. "Not a chance. I've always been careful." 　　He stepped closer, his tall figure casting a shadow over her. His tone was sharp, unmistakably warning. "Don't forget the deal, Amelia. This was never about love. No marriage. And definitely no kids." 　　She shut her eyes. Her mind, uncontrollably, dragged her back to that night in the rain three years ago. 　　Her mother had a heart attack and needed three hundred thousand for surgery. She'd begged every friend, every relative, exhausted every favor and still came up short—so desperate she even considered selling her blood. 　　She was wandering aimlessly down the street, completely out of it, when Simon stumbled out of a bar and crashed right into her. 　　He was burning up, eyes unfocused—clearly drugged. 　　"Help me..." His hand, hot to the touch, clutched her wrist as he rasped out, "Get me to a hotel... I'll pay you..." 　　Without really thinking, she helped him to the nearest one. 　　That night, he handed her 300,000 dollars. In exchange, she agreed to be his exclusive companion, available whenever he called. 　　"Why me?" she asked back then. 　　Simon shot her a glance, calm and distant. "You're clean, not greedy, and..." 　　His eyes paused on her face for a beat. "Pretty enough. But not the troublesome type." 　　She had liked him in secret for years. Since their college days, he'd been a distant light she couldn't reach. So even knowing it was just a transactional thing for him, she still, stupidly, said yes. 　　That "yes" lasted three years. 　　"Amelia?" Simon's voice pulled her back to the present. 　　She opened her eyes and forced a small smile. "Relax, I'm not pregnant. Just some stomach issues lately." 　　Simon stared at her for a few seconds, clearly trying to figure out if she was lying. Then he turned, heading back to his desk. "Good. You know I hate surprises." 　　Amelia felt a chill sink right into her bones. She smoothed out her wrinkled blouse and tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ears, inhaling deeply. "Break's over. I'll head out now, Mr. Johnson." 　　She opened the door of the lounge. The hallway's harsh lighting made her squint a little. 　　Barely two steps out, a surprised voice called out, "Amelia? What were you doing in the CEO's lounge?" 　　Sophia Evans from the design department was carrying a stack of documents, eyeing Amelia with open curiosity. 　　Amelia's heart skipped a beat, but a professional smile quickly masked her panic. "I was bringing Mr. Johnson the latest market report. There were some details that needed clarification." 　　"Really..." Sophia's voice dragged a little, something unreadable flashing in her eyes. "But people from the executive office said he's been in meetings all afternoon." 　　"He took a short break in between," Amelia lied without missing a beat. 　　Sophia let out a slow "Oh," though her gaze stayed sharp. "Got it... By the way, I heard you had a blind date this morning? How'd that go?" 　　"It was whatever." Amelia's voice was flat—she was just eager to walk away. 　　"Hey, don't give up hope so soon. But seriously," Sophia dropped her voice, leaning in, "did you notice? Mr. Johnson's been looking at you kinda... differently lately. Is there something going on..." 　　Amelia's heart skipped a beat. "Don't joke around! Why would Mr. Johnson ever be interested in someone like me?" 　　"Yeah, true," Sophia Evans nodded thoughtfully. "With his status, he'd only marry someone from the same social circle, like some heiress or whatever. But I heard Mr. Johnson actually has a secret lover... been keeping her for three years. No one in the company knows who she is..." 　　Amelia's fingers clenched tightly, her nails digging into her palm. 　　"I—I've got stuff to do. Gotta go." 　　She left Sophia standing there puzzled, practically fleeing the spot. 　　Meanwhile, in the CEO office, Simon stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out as he held an empty whiskey glass. The drink was gone, but he felt completely sober. 　　Was Amelia... really pregnant?