A Night's Mistake: The Besotted CEO's Obsession

Chapter 146

Given it was his best friend’s grandfather’s birthday, Liam knew he had to ease up. He stated in a low tone, “This is Mr. Frost’s birthday party. Let’s leave work talk for another time.”

Then, he pulled a stack of business cards from his pocket and handed them out, stating, “Here’s my assistant Ziv’s card. Feel free to discuss any ideas with him”

The people, thrilled to receive the business cards, scurried to the corners of the hall to call Ziv before the banquet started, worried someone else might beat them to it. Meanwhile, Ziv, exhausted from a long day’s work, had just gotten home for a shower when his phone began ringing incessantly. As soon as he handled one call, another would come in right after.

Back in the banquet hall, Liam was attending to Cynthia, feeding her small bites of dessert. She opened her mouth, took a bite, and flashed him a

Yolanda’s eyes burned red at the sight. She spotted Jonathan chatting with Arvin, and a thought formed in her mind, If Arvin isn’t right for me. I’ll just set my sights on someone else.

Suddenly, Paul appeared on the stage at the center of the hall, announcing “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to my father’s birthday celebration. Let’s officially commence the banquet”

Paul finished speaking. Thomas slowly approached the stage, leaning on his walking stick. He took the microphone from Paul and began, “You might wonder why I’ve chosen to celebrate my harthday with such grandeur. Today, I turn 80, and the years ahead of me are few. Throughout my life. I’ve encountered many people and witnessed countless events, but one person remains in my thoughts to this day”

As he spoke, Thomas‘ breath grew uneven, and he paused briefly before continuing. “I invited so many guests today so she could come without feeling burdened. I deeply wish to see her again. In my younger days, family pressure made me miss my chance with her, and I felt unworthy to stand beside her. I had a duty to my wife, which kept me silent about my true feelings. Now, a decade after her passing and at this stage in my life, I don’t want to leave any regrets behind”

After his words, Thomas‘ body trembled slightly. Paul quickly moved forward to support him.

Witnessing this, Cynthia frowned. It was meant to be a joyous birthday celebration, yet she could discern the undertone of farewell in his words.

Cynthia realized Thomas was probably referring to her grandmother and glanced over at her, only to see her expression remained gentle and.

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Uncase settled over Cynthia, and she grasped the hand of the man beside her, whispering. “Doesn’t Mr. Frost seem a bit off to you!”

“Huh?” Liam responded

“Look, Mr. Frost is struggling to keep it together. He’s heaving, and his breathing is clearly labored,” Cynthia pointed out.

Watching Paul help Thomas down from the stage, Liam said, “I talk to Jonathan about it later,”

“I hope I’m just imagining things.” Cynthia murmured

The banquet flowed on, with guests freely mingling. Yolanda slipped away quietly for a bit, and upon her return, she discreetly sent a meaningful look toward a server.

Meanwhile, Jonathan guided Liam and Cynthia to Thomas lounge. Inside, Thomas was resting on the couch, his eyes closed. Hearing them enter, he opened his eyes and inquired, “Why are you here instead of out enjoying the banquet?”

“I noticed you looked tired, Grandpa. Cynthia’s a doctor at Peace Hospital. Let her check you out,”

“Jonathan answered.

“No need. I know my own body well enough,” Thomas refused, waving his hand dismissively.

“Grandpa, Jonathan urged

“I said no need. Please, all of you, leave. I need to rest, Thomas said firmly, ushering them out.

The three exchanged glances, silently exiting the room. Jonathan turned to Cynthia with an apologetic tone. Tm sorry. Grandpa isn’t usually like

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“That’s okay.” Cynthia reassured him with understanding.

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In the banquet hall, Yolanda monitored Liam closely, purposefully positioning herself in his line of sight. She displayed herself proudly peacock spreading its feathers, oblivious to Arvin’s visibly darkening expression

After wrestling with herself for some time, she gathered her courage and approached Liam with a glass of wine. As she prepared to greet him with a radiant smile, Cynthia interrupted sharply, “Ms. Wikle, your boyfriend is over there. Save your presence for him” Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

However, Yolanda had mentally prepared to disregard Cynthia’s remarks as the made her way over.

“Liam, I’m sorry for earlier. I’ve had time to think. Can you forgive me?” Yolanda pleaded, intentionally amplifying her voice to evoke pity from those nearby, hoping the surrounding crowd would pressure Lam and sway his decision.

Liam remained indiferent to the onlookers and replied coldly, “No”

Yolanda’s expression hardened, yet she pressed on. “What can I do to make you forgive me, Liam? :

A fierce fire burned in Lian’s eyes, and he spoke with a menacing tone. “My Wilde, I have two things I want to say to you. First, don’t call me Liar. Call me Mr. Sullivan, or don’t call me at all. Second, appreciate those around you, or risk losing everyone. And lastly, I won’t forgive you. Please, stay away from me”

Shock rippled through the crowd. If it were someone else, such stemmness toward a woman would draw criticism, but coming from Liam, it somehow seemed litting

Yolanda’s face flushed with embarrassment, her body trembling. Despite it all, she couldn’t bear to let go of her feelings for the man she had loved for years

She frigned dizziness, placing a hand on her forehead, then lurched toward Liam. The wine glass slipped from her grasp, spilling its contents toward him. Peeking through narrowed eyes, she calculated the trajectory. As she inched closer to Liam, she felt a mix of satisfaction and anticipation.

Moments before Yolanda could collide with Liam. Cynthia defily pulled him aside. Yolanda’s gaze dropped to the floor ahead, her expression shifting abruptly from smugness to sheer horror. Her

hands filed in disarray, leaving her gasping for breath

She strained to upright herself using core strength, but in her pursuit of a convincing performance moments earlier, she failed to plan her retreat. Now, she found herself unable to straighten herself. As she fell heavily to the ground, the tear of fabric echoed loudly.

Ignoring the pain coursing through her body, Yolanda swiftly covered her waist with her

The commotion drew the attention of several onlookers, eliciting Laughter from some women nearby. Yolanda’s face reddened; she longed to disappear from the place.

Suddenly, a coat was draped around her shoulders. She looked up expectantly only to see Arvin, and her hopeful eyes dimmed with disappointment.

As Arvin looked at Yolanda, his eyes betrayed an indiscernible emotion.