When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1693 Have You Ever Liked Me

"Boss, big corporations really are on a whole different level compared to our small company. I saw so many big shots today," Charlotte exclaimed, her voice

brimming with awe.

Cecilia nodded, though a flicker of nervousness crossed her face. "You're right.

There's still so much we need to learn moving forward."

Charlotte smirked. "Yeah, but I couldn't stop laughing at how miserable

Cassandra looked today."

She hated Cassandra's arrogant attitude.

Later, after returning with Charlotte, Cecilia quietly settled down to review the content of the meeting.

As she went through the details, her eyes widened in surprise. The changes Cassandra had implemented over the past few days were undeniably impactful. It was clear she had meticulously orchestrated every aspect.

Cecilia leaned back, lost in thought. She began crafting her own plans.

It was getting late, but Charlotte had no desire to go back.

"Lottie, go get some rest," Cecilia said gently.

"I don't want to," Charlotte replied.noveldrama

The thought of returning to her current living space with Sven made her heart sink. Every time she saw him, it shattered her all over again. Work was her only escape, the only time she could forget, even if just for a while. Only then did Cecilia remember the affair between Charlotte and Sven.

"Boss." Charlotte sniffled, her voice trembling. "Every time I think about Sven, I feel like I can't breathe. It's like I'm always on the verge of tears.”

Cecilia pulled her into a comforting embrace, patting her back softly. "Don't who's truly meant for you someday."

Charlotte's heartache grew heavier. "Boss, do you think he never liked me?"

worry. You'll find someone

Cecilia hesitated, feeling out of her depth. Comforting others had never been her strength. She quickly shook her head. "Of course not."

"But if he liked me, why did he break up with me?" Charlotte sighed deeply. "I think he really didn't like th me?" Charlotte sighed deeply. "I think he really didn't like

me."

Cecilia struggled to find the right words. Comforting someone nursing a broken heart was proving to be

no easy

task.

Nathaniel, seated quietly off to the side, glanced in their direction before checking the time. It was already eleven o'clock at night.

Why is this third wheel still hanging around?

His lips curved into a faint smirk as he spoke. "Men aren't as sentimental or prone to overthinking as as sentimental or protic to overthinking as women. If you want to know if he really liked you, just ask him."

Nathaniel's words struck a chord with Charlotte, sparking a sudden epiphany.

She lifted her gaze to him, her voice tinged with uncertainty. "If I ask, will he tell me the truth?"

Nathaniel met her eyes, his tone steady. "Someone like Sven wouldn't lie." Summoning her courage, Charlotte stood. "All right," she said resolutely, "I'll go ask."

She couldn't find peace until she understood the real reason for their breakup.

Without hesitation, Charlotte left the house. The moment she was gone, Nathaniel quickly got up and locked the door behind her, as though afraid she might second-guess herself and return.

Cecilia's expression turned serious. "But what if Sven lies? What if he says he doesn't like her when he actually does?"

Nathaniel let out a soft sigh, walking over to help her shut down the computer. "You're overthinking it. Take a break."

"All right," Cecilia muttered. She didn't want to dwell on it any longer; her head was already throbbing.

When Charlotte returned, she noticed the light in Sven's room was still on. She hesitated briefly before mustering her courage and knocking on the door.

Moments later, the door opened, revealing Sven in dark-colored pajamas. He stood by the doorway, momentarily stunned to see Charlotte standing there. "Is something wrong?" he asked.

Charlotte kept her head bowed, unable to meet his gaze. "I... I have something to discuss with you," she said softly.

Sven's expression hardened, his tone turning cold when he thought of what she did. "If it's personal, there's no need to discuss it.”

Tears quickly filled Charlotte's eyes. "What do you mean by that?"

Without thinking, she reached out, gripping his arm tightly. Her gaze locked onto his. "Tell me," she demanded, "have you ever liked me?"

She stared deeply into his eyes, searching for any hint of emotion, any sign of the truth she desperately sought.

But Sven's composure was unshakable. His expression remained calm and unreadable. "That's not important," he said evenly.