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Her Heart’s Not Yours Anymore

Following a three-year relationship, Kylie Cooper remains in Jonathan Sinclair’s orbit as his executive assistant. Their romance has soured into a professional tie defined by his cold mockery and biting sarcasm. Convinced she was only a placeholder for his past love, Kylie demands to be released now that the other woman has returned. However, Jonathan is blindsided by her claims of being a stand-in, maintaining that she is the only woman he has ever truly loved.
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Chapter 9

Kylie felt bad for causing trouble for Alex, so she quietly murmured, "Sorry, Mr. Hill. I'll be more careful next time."

Alex turned to face her and was about to scold her. But then he paused, his expression thoughtful.

"Did Mr. Sinclair say you were working part-time at a nightclub?"

Kylie saw the hint of gossip—and something more inappropriate—in his eyes. She quickly responded, "Mr. Hill, I was just working as a regular waitress. Please don't read into it."

"Did you run into Mr. Sinclair at the nightclub?"

Alex's sharp instincts kicked in, and his words hit the mark. Kylie was left speechless, unsure how to respond.

Lana, ever the gossip, immediately leaned in and said, "Hey, Kylie, I think you look a lot like Mr. Sinclair's fiancee!"

As she spoke, Lana pulled out her phone and started comparing photos.

Alex raised an eyebrow, glanced at the photo on Lana's phone, and then studied Kylie with narrowed eyes. He nodded slowly.

"Yeah, there's definitely a resemblance."

Lana, with her eternal bystander mentality, began analyzing the situation, oblivious to Kylie's discomfort.

"Maybe when you were working at the club, Mr. Sinclair noticed you and thought you looked like her. That's why he remembers you."

Kylie lowered her gaze. The words that she looked like Jonathan's fiancee felt like soft thorns, pricking at her heart.

A few days later, the HR department sent out a notice about personnel changes.

The company chat erupted with messages tagging Kylie, but she was too busy sorting through project materials to notice anything happening.

When Lana saw the email, she gasped in surprise and immediately rushed to Kylie's desk.

"Kylie, congratulations!"

Kylie was completely confused and asked, "Congratulations? What for?"

Lana snatched the files from Kylie's hands, pushing her to look at her inbox.

"You've been appointed as the CEO's executive assistant! Look at the email!"

Kylie blinked in shock as she refreshed her inbox and saw the personnel change notice.

Executive assistant to the CEO? That title alone sparked all sorts of thoughts.

Kylie felt a strong resistance inside her. She didn't understand why Jonathan was acting this way—she didn't want to see him every day.

Her mind was spinning, but Lana spoke up from beside her with envy, "I never would've guessed that looking like the CEO's future wife would have such perks! The salary for an executive assistant is way higher than what we make in the finance department!"

Just then, the phone on the desk rang—it was Michael calling.

"Ms. Cooper, please come to the CEO's office."

"Huh?"

"Mr. Sinclair is waiting for you."

Kylie was reluctant, but she obediently made her way to the elevator and headed up to Jonathan's office.

Michael was already waiting at the door. When he saw Kylie, he gave her a nod and gestured for her to go inside.

Every time Kylie had seen Michael before, it was either when he was taking her to the villa or dropping her off at home. This was the first time they had met so formally at the office.

She felt uneasy, but after nodding to Michael, she quickly walked into Jonathan's office.

Once she entered, Michael turned and closed the door behind her.

The room was quiet, with only Jonathan and Kylie present. Jonathan said nothing, and Kylie didn't dare make a sound. The silence was suffocating.

Behind his glasses, Jonathan's cold, detached gaze lingered on Kylie for a long moment. It was a while before he spoke.

"Not happy with your new position?"

His teasing tone made Kylie uncomfortable.

"Mr. Sinclair, I don't think I'm suited for this job. I'd like to request that you reconsider the transfer."

Jonathan's expression darkened, his displeasure evident.

"You don't want to be my executive assistant?"

"I just don't think I'm the right fit."

"I think you are."

Jonathan's voice was firm as he stood. Then, he walked around his large desk and moved to stand beside Kylie. He raised a hand and gently gripped her chin, speaking each word with emphasis.

"You've done well for the past three years. Being my executive assistant will be a piece of cake for you."

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