Mr Cold Ceo Loves Me

My Beating Heart

Isa woke up to the gentle warmth of the sun’s rays as they kissed her face, the light filtering through the delicate lace curtains of the room. The soft glow painted everything in a golden hue, making the moment feel almost surreal. As she turned over in the bed, her eyes fell on Ethan, who lay beside her, his features softened by sleep and the morning light. There was a serene look on his face, a stark contrast to the worry and tension that had gripped them both the night before. Watching him, Isa felt a surge of emotions—gratitude, tenderness, and a profound sense of safety. The memories of their intimate moments, shared in the quiet hours of the night, filled her with warmth. It was such a stark contrast to the coldness and fear she had felt with Mark, a man whose very name now sent shivers down her spine.

But as Isa began to move, a sharp pain lanced through her head, and the events of the previous night came crashing back with brutal clarity. The headache was intense, a physical manifestation of the emotional and psychological turmoil she was still grappling with. She winced, trying to push past the pain, but the anxiety clung to her like a shadow, whispering fears about her safety and the well-being of those she cared about. Her thoughts were a tangled mess of concern and dread, the echo of Mark’s voice, the feel of his hands, and the coldness in his eyes haunting her every breath.

Beside her, Ethan stirred, his instincts immediately attuned to her distress. His eyes fluttered open, and when they met hers, they were filled with concern. He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Isa, are you okay?" he asked softly, his voice laced with worry that tugged at her heart.

Isa hesitated, not wanting to burden him with her fears, yet unable to hide the turmoil within her. She forced a small smile, trying to mask the discomfort. "I’m really anxious about everything that happened last night," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "My head is pounding, and I can’t stop worrying about what might have happened to my family and friends."

Ethan’s hand tightened slightly around hers, his gaze steady and filled with reassurance. "Isa, you don’t need to worry about that anymore," he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for doubt. "I’ve taken care of everything. Your family and friends are safe now. What you need to focus on is yourself. Let me handle the rest."

Isa looked at him, her eyes searching his for any sign of doubt, but all she found was unwavering resolve. The guilt she had been harboring bubbled up, making her feel small and undeserving of his kindness. "But I feel so guilty," she confessed, her voice trembling. "You went through so much because of me. It’s not fair to you."

Ethan shook his head, his expression softening as he cupped her cheek in his hand. "No, don’t think like that," he murmured, his thumb brushing gently across her skin. "I’m here because I want to be. You don’t need to repay me. Just let yourself heal and feel safe. That’s all I want."

Tears welled up in Isa’s eyes, a mixture of relief and gratitude washing over her. She had never felt so cared for, so protected. "Thank you, Ethan," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I don’t know how to express how much this means to me."

Ethan’s smile was warm, his eyes filled with affection as he looked at her. "You don’t need to say anything," he replied softly. "I’m just glad I could be here for you. Let’s focus on making today a good day. We have a lot to look forward to."

Buoyed by his words, Isa felt a glimmer of hope pierce through the fog of fear and anxiety. Together, they slowly got out of bed, each movement deliberate as they savored the calmness of the morning. As they descended the grand staircase of the mansion, Isa couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer opulence that surrounded her. The mansion was nothing short of a palace, with its marble floors that gleamed under the light, and the intricate wood paneling that adorned the walls, giving the place a timeless elegance. Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, casting a soft, ambient glow over the rich furnishings and carefully curated artwork that lined the corridors.

As they reached the bottom of the staircase, they were greeted by a small army of maids and guards, all of whom bowed deeply in unison and said, "Good morning, sir."

Ethan, ever the gentleman, turned to the staff with a slight nod. "Say good morning to Isa too," he instructed, his voice calm but authoritative.

The staff, with practiced precision, turned to Isa and greeted her in unison, "Good morning, ma’am."

Isa blushed, feeling both flattered and uncomfortable with the formal address. The idea of being called ‘ma’am’ and having people bow to her felt surreal, almost like she had stepped into someone else’s life. "Oh, please don’t bow or call me ma’am," she said quickly, her voice tinged with embarrassment. "Just call me Isa."

She offered them a shy smile, trying to ease the tension she felt. Despite her unease, she couldn’t help but be awed by the luxury that surrounded her. Every detail of the mansion spoke of wealth and sophistication, from the plush carpets that softened their steps to the elegant sculptures that stood like silent sentinels in the corners of the room.

Ethan led her to the dining area, where a breakfast spread that looked fit for royalty awaited them. The table was covered with an array of food: freshly baked pastries that still steamed slightly, a variety of gourmet cheeses, bowls of fresh fruits that glistened with juice, perfectly cooked eggs, and an assortment of juices and coffees that filled the air with their rich aroma. Isa’s eyes widened in astonishment at the sight, her stomach rumbling in response to the feast before her.

"Are others joining us?" Isa asked, her voice laced with confusion as she took in the sheer amount of food on the table.

Ethan chuckled, a soft, amused sound that made Isa’s heart skip a beat. "Why do you ask?" he inquired, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Because there’s so much food here," she replied, gesturing to the spread. "I thought maybe we were expecting guests."

Ethan’s laughter grew, a deep, warm sound that filled the room. "You really are something, Isa," he said with a smile. "Just dig in."

With a hesitant smile, Isa began to sample the breakfast, each bite more delicious than the last. The variety of flavors was almost overwhelming, but in the best possible way. She couldn’t help but let out small sounds of appreciation as she ate, the food a balm to her frayed nerves. "This is absolutely delicious," she said between bites, her eyes bright with genuine enjoyment. She directed her thanks to both Ethan and the maid who had served them, her gratitude evident in her tone.

After they finished breakfast, Isa, ever the considerate soul, insisted on helping the maids clean up. Despite Ethan’s gentle protests, she was determined to contribute in some small way, feeling the need to repay the kindness and hospitality that had been shown to her. The maids, at first hesitant, eventually allowed her to help, touched by her humility and sincerity.

Once the kitchen was tidied up, Ethan suggested they go shopping for some office clothes, knowing Isa had an important job interview coming up. Despite her lingering nerves, Isa felt a thrill of excitement at the prospect. They visited several high-end boutiques, including Calvin Klein, Dior, and Louis Vuitton, where Ethan, with his impeccable taste, picked out a stunning outfit for her interview. He also insisted on getting her other items—luxurious pieces she had never imagined owning.

As they walked through the final boutique, laden with bags filled with beautiful clothes and accessories, Isa turned to Ethan, her heart swelling with gratitude. "Thank you so much for everything," she said, her voice filled with emotion. "I’m truly grateful for your kindness and support."

Ethan smiled down at her, his eyes reflecting the depth of his affection and care. "You deserve all of this and more, Isa," he said softly. "I’m just glad I could be here for you."

As they made their way back to the mansion, Isa felt a renewed sense of hope and excitement about the future. The darkness that had threatened to consume her was slowly being pushed back, replaced by the light of new possibilities. With Ethan by her side, she knew she could face whatever challenges lay ahead with confidence and optimism. The world, which had seemed so frightening just hours ago, now seemed full of promise, and Isa was ready to embrace it all.