GETTING THE HEART OF THE CEO

They entered and found Grandpa awake, happy to see them. Kyle approached, hugging him with emotion.

"You're squeezing me too hard, boy. Look at my poor bones; they can't take much more."

"Sorry, Grandpa. When they told me about the accident, I thought the worst. I'm glad you're okay."

"Kids, I'm glad to see you together. Has Sussan woken up?"

"Yes, Grandpa. We're going to see her now."

"What have you found out about the accident?"

"Nothing new. Let the police handle it."

"Here, I can't do anything," the old man commented, distressed.

The elderly man, who had always been in control of everything, felt powerless for not being able to intervene. Due to the rise in his blood pressure, his grandson forbade his people from approaching and doing anything that could affect his health.

The couple left that room and headed to the next room where Sussan was waiting for them.

"Mom, it's good to see you awake," Kyle gave her a warm hug, and a smile of happiness.

"You don't know how happy I am to be alive. I thought I wouldn't see you again," she replied with a broken voice, tears escaping.

Lindsey approached to comfort her; Sussan's nerves were overwhelmed.

"The important thing is that you're alive, and it's not serious."

Sussan looked at her with affection and nodded. After calming down, she exclaimed,

"Son, I'm worried about the fashion show in Paris, not being able to attend. This accident happened just when the designers need me."

"Leave that to me; I'll take care of it with Freed," he stroked his mother's hand. Kyle was not a man who showed affection to others, but the thought of losing them kept him melancholic.

"I can help with the designers. Kyle, give me the information I need. Tomorrow, I'll get on that."

"Daughter, you're a blessing. Note down Trébol's phone number; he's my assistant. Inform him about what happened; he's very cooperative, and you can rely on him for everything." Lindsey took out her mobile and noted the phone number dictated by Sussan.

"You relax; I'll take care of it."

"Thank you, daughter."

Days passed, but they haven't discovered who was driving the car that appeared out of nowhere on the day of the accident. The location has no cameras and is desolate.

"Love, in two days, I have to travel to Paris. I want you to accompany me."

"What? I decline, love; I'm exhausted. Getting the collection ready for the models had me on the verge of madness. Trébol didn't give me a break, and I've neglected my small workshop. Janna is on the verge of collapse with some orders." "Love, work with me. You've shown that you're dedicated to what you do."

"I've already given my reasons why I won't work with you, sir. I don't want to argue about it again."

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"Okay, I'll miss you that week. I've become addicted to sleeping while hugging your body," he said as he passionately kissed her and immersed himself in her.

The Pratt fashion house, being the most prestigious in the international market, participates in the Paris Fashion Week every year. Sussan, along with the fashion designers, is responsible for organizing and participating in these types of events. Due to the accident and rehabilitation, she couldn't attend, and in her place, Kyle had to travel to Paris with the team. At the event, he ran into a familiar face. The fall-winter collection runway was a great success, and as always, Kyle received many praises from prominent fashion industry entrepreneurs and investors.

Kyle was talking with some businessmen when a woman in a sensual outfit approached.

"Hello, Kyle. It's good to see you," she said flirtatiously, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Catrina, I didn't expect to find you here."

"I'm one of the exclusive models for Moët Hennessy."

"Congratulations, it's an excellent fashion house here in Paris."

The businessmen around them excused themselves, leaving them alone.

"Just to show you that I'm still a recognized model in this world. I heard about what happened to your family. Thank God it wasn't serious."

"It was just a scare. As you can see, I'm here representing my mother."

"I know. She's the one in charge of these events that you hate," she said with a teasing smile. "How about inviting me for a glass of wine?"

"No, Catrina. To avoid misunderstandings, it's better for me to leave."

"Don't be like that. You're abandoning me even as a friend. The least I expect from you is to share a drink. What do you think could happen?" She continued mischievously. "I know, you think I'm going to put something in your drink and kidnap you to my room."

"It's not that. I'm a married man, and as I said, distance is the best thing that can happen."

"She's not here. It's just a drink."

"Fine, I'll accompany you to the table."

The two walked to an empty table. As they drank, Catrina shared details of her life in Paris. Kyle found the conversation boring, but he didn't want to be impolite. He was relieved that she was making a life in another country. Months before, he had stopped visiting her apartment, caught up as he was between his wife and the business.

"Catrina, it was a pleasure to see you, but I'm exhausted. I'm leaving," he said as he stood up and adjusted his suit.

"I was also thrilled to meet you again. I'm leaving too. I'm staying at Maison Favart, and you?"

"I'm staying there too."

"Well, I'll take a taxi."

"No! I'll take you. We're heading to the same place."

"Thank you, always so kind and courteous. Something I liked about you."

They left the place, and Kyle's hired driver was waiting at the door. The journey was in silence. The revelation was that their rooms were on the same floor.

"Well, here I say goodbye. Tomorrow morning, I'll return to Manhattan."

"I invite you to a glass of wine as a farewell. I won't see you again for a long time. As I told you, I've signed a contract with Moët Hennessy, and I'm staying here until they assign me my new apartment."

Kyle scratched his head. His mind told him it wasn't a good idea, but he knew that if he worked in that country, he wouldn't see her again. He agreed to that glass of wine.