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The CEO Soulmate

After so many relationship and breakup. His believe in love was non existing. "Love! What was that!" Wilson shook his head looking at the various couples in the park. "These are all deception. humph! Fakers!" revealed "Love exist. And when you find your true love. You find your soul mate. Don't question love. You may find love in an unexpected place." A middle-aged woman whispered, walking pass Wilson. "humph! Childish Dream" Wilson retorted. Wilson never imagine fate had another set of surprise for him. His hidden desire was revealed when it encounters... When he meets an ordinary tailor.... his story change ****** Join my discord server https://discord.gg/ckmtX6Yac7

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Cynthia 2

As he was about to get out of the car, he remembered that Cynthia was the one he saw with the dress. He thanked God that he had noticed on time. Cynthia would have spoilt the show for him. He also needs to be more careful.

He left the flowers in his car, thinking he would drop them the following morning on his way to work.

He was about to enter his apartment when he heard the voice of his mum. So he decided to check on her mother before going to his apartment.

"Mum, how was your journey? What do you have for your son? ""I said happily as he hugged his mother."

"My son, how was work today? You came home late. I hope all is well. His mother questioned him.

I said, "I'm fine mum. What can I eat here? I'm too tired to cook, "he said.

His mother said jokingly, "That is what I've been telling you, go and marry."

"Mum! When the time comes, I will do that, "he replied to his mother.

"Less I forget, my friend's daughter is back from America. And I believe you were both into each other before she left for America, "her mum said, rushing her words." "

"Mum, that was then. I'm going to marry.Don't bother. It was an error, "he said as he began to eat.

"Where is Dad?" he asked.

"He is upstairs, he is sleeping already," she answered.

Wilson thought of letting his father know his intention about Sophia before his mother brought up the idea of him marrying her friend's daughter to him.

After freshening up, he dialed Sophia's number. This time around, she picked it up at once.

Wilson was very happy. He didn't know what to say. He just greeted her and reminded her not to forget their date by the end of the call.

It was an unknown number that beeped on his phone.He didn't want to pick it up at first because it was late, but he changed his mind when the person called the second time.

He picked up the call. He quickly recognized the voice, c, e, and hung up. He was panting heavily and sweating profusely, thinking of what to do. He thought of blocking the number. He began to regret his past life. He prayed silently that his past would not destroy the relationship he was about to build.

"Oh, no!" he screamed when he saw the message sent to him. He began to shake and couldn't think of a solution to the problem. He quickly blocked the number.

He could not sleep at night; he was so scared of nothing in particular. It came to a time when he mustered the courage to just tell Sophia all his past so that she would not believe any information from strangers.

"What if she rejected me because of that?" He said, asking nobody in particular.

But he quickly waves off the thought that a good thing will happen. He couldn't imagine how much he loved Sophia, a tailor, as if his life depended on it. He had never fallen in love before.

He began to think that falling in love was a great task and he could not help it.

Wilson was woken up the following day by the alarm he set.

He quickly dressed up because he had an appointment that morning and still wanted to drop off flowers at Sophia's shop.

He maneuvered the car out of their compound and drove straight to Sophia's shop. He dropped the flowers and headed to his office.

He was busy with the files when his secretary knocked on his door.

"Good morning, sir! "You are a bit early today," she said with a broad smile.

"Oh yes! I have an ointment with Chief Willams. When he comes, let me know. He will soon be here, "he said, and continued his work.

"Here is your coffee, sir," he said, pointing to the tables close to Wilson's desk.

"Alright, thanks," she said as she stepped out of his office.

As Wilson continued with the field he was working on, Suddenly, he began to hear the security guard's voice. He was fighting with someone. He was hearing that the security did not want the person to come, and the person claimed that she was his girlfriend, and he called her to come.

Wilson peeped through the window and saw her. The face looked familiar. He looked very well and discovered it was Cynthia. "Cynthia again," he said in a defeating manner.

He quickly sent the secretary to pretend as if she wanted to buy something outside the gate, and when she sees Cynthia, she should smile and tell her he is not around. His secretary quickly picked up the sine money and found her way to the gate.

"Hello, Miss Cynthia. How are you? It's been a while, "his secretary greeted Cynthia with a fake smile.

"Oh! Thank goodness. You're here. " She moved closer to the secretary, sighing. She said with a wry smile, "This naughty man won't let me in."

Oh, sorry about that. The boss is not around. He has traveled and he will not come back until next week. " Miss Rose replied.

Cynthia's jaw dropped as she heard until next week. She blinked her eyes, trying to comprehend what she had just heard.

"Next week?" She asked, dumbfounded.

"Yes, I hope there isn't any trouble. And besides, you can call him, "Miss Rose answered calmly.

"Never mind, I'll sort myself out," she said as she walked away, disappointed.

Miss Rose smiled as she entered her boss's office.

As she left? What did she even want from me? " Wilson said

"I don't know, but she has left," Miss Rose replied to her boss and went back to her duty post.

Wilson sighed heavily as he put his head on the desk. His phone rang. His mind skipped a bit as he discovered that it was an unknown number, so he didn't pick up the call.

Soon after, his secretary informed him that a lady had requested to see him."Who again?" asked nobody in particular.

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