Rebirth: My CEO Husband's Thoughts Are Too Shameless

"This way, Madam."

The boutique assistant led Clara to a fitting room.

The moment the door closed behind her, Clara locked it, carefully hung the gown on the rack, and immediately took out her phone.

Without a second thought, she dialed Dominic’s number.

She had no idea he had already decided to take her to Hannah’s engagement party.

It wasn’t that she intended to refuse.

She simply wished he had given her some warning.

Clara knew Grace well enough—or rather, she knew what Grace thought of her.

In Grace’s eyes, she had always been an arrogant, rude, and disrespectful woman who wasn’t worthy of becoming Dominic’s wife.

Now that she had been given a second chance at life, she genuinely wanted to mend her relationship with not only Dominic but also the Sterling family she had hurt in her previous life.

At the very least... she wanted to have some sort of plan instead of constantly being caught off guard.

Clara buried her face in her hands. "Ugh..."

Stupid, Clara. Why would you tell her your cheeks were hurting from smiling?

The more she thought about it, the more embarrassed she became.

"And she just kept staring at me..." She groaned dramatically.

"She probably thinks I’m weird."

After taking a deep breath, she looked at the phone screen.

"Come on, Dom... answer."

...

At the same time...inside the conference room at Heaven International, the atmosphere was so tense that no one dared make unnecessary noise.

More than thirty senior executives sat around the long conference table, their expressions strained.

At the front of the room, one department manager continued his presentation.

"...And based on our projected market analysis, we believe a twelve percent increase in—"

His voice trembled ever so slightly. Not because he lacked confidence. But because Dominic Sterling was listening.

The CEO sat at the head of the table, his expression calm and unreadable.

That calmness was exactly what terrified everyone.

Mark stood quietly behind him, watching the meeting unfold.

It had already been over two hours. One by one, department heads had presented their proposals. And one by one... they had been ruthlessly questioned until every flaw had been exposed.

Not a single person had escaped unscathed.

The presenter discreetly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"I-Is there anything you’d like to add, President Sterling?"

Dominic didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he flipped through the report before speaking in his usual calm voice.

"The projected costs on page seventeen don’t match the data on page twenty-three."

The manager froze. "W-What?"

Dominic looked up. "If you can’t keep your own numbers consistent..." He closed the file. "...why should I trust your projections?"

The manager felt his soul leave his body.

Mark inwardly sighed. Another one has fallen.

No one even dared to breathe too loudly.

Everyone knew their CEO. When he was in business mode, even the smallest interruption could earn someone a cold glare powerful enough to make them question every decision they’d made in life.

Just then—

Buzz...

A phone vibrated on the conference table, and every executive instinctively looked toward the source.

Then their eyes widened.

It was...Dominic’s phone.

The room fell even quieter. Several executives exchanged nervous glances.

Whose funeral is it? Who has the courage to call President Sterling during a meeting?

Poor soul...

Mark also looked down at the screen. The moment he saw the caller ID, the corners of his lips twitched.

Wifey Calling.

’Just how pathetic he can become.’

Mark immediately looked away.

...Never mind. The poor soul isn’t the caller. It’s everyone else in this meeting.

Dominic’s previously indifferent eyes softened almost imperceptibly. Without the slightest hesitation, he picked up the phone.

Before he could even speak, Clara’s voice burst through the phone.

"Dom! Why didn’t you tell me your mother was taking me gown shopping? Do you have any idea how ridiculous I look right now? I wasn’t even dressed properly! And when exactly were you planning to tell me about Hannah’s engagement party?"

A heavy silence fell over the conference room.

Every pair of eyes was fixed on their boss.

For the first time since joining Heaven International...

They saw Dominic Sterling looking like an ordinary man instead of the cold, untouchable CEO they had always known.

"D-Did... the boss just answer a phone call?"

One executive rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

"I must be hallucinating."

"No," another whispered. "I saw it too."

Before anyone could recover from the first shock, an even bigger one followed.

"I’m sorry," Dominic said into the phone, his voice unusually gentle. "I forgot."

Silence.

Complete silence.

Every executive froze in place.

If hearing their boss answer a personal call during a meeting was shocking...

Then hearing him apologize was nothing short of earth-shattering.

Several pairs of eyes instinctively drifted toward Dominic.

Although his expression remained composed, a faint blush had crept onto the tips of his ears.

The sight nearly made everyone cough up blood.

Mark looked at the executives with a hint of sympathy.

Poor people... They’ve just witnessed something they’ll never emotionally recover from.

Everyone in Heaven International knew their president was married.

However, very few had ever met Mrs. Sterling.

To them, President Sterling had always been the same cold, emotionless man who demanded perfection from everyone around him. No one had ever imagined that the terrifying CEO who could reduce an entire boardroom to silence with a single glance... would apologize so naturally to his wife.

Meanwhile, Clara was caught off guard by Dominic’s apology.

She hadn’t meant to scold him.

She had only wanted to complain a little.

The last thing she expected was for him to apologize so sincerely.

A smile tugged at her lips.

"Oh, my dear husband," she said teasingly, "I wasn’t trying to scold you."

The faint blush on Dominic’s ears deepened another shade of pink.

The executives watching through the glass nearly stopped breathing.

His ears...

They’re actually turning red...

On the other end of the line, Clara was completely oblivious to the chaos she was causing.

"But..." she continued with a playful smile, "since you apologized so honestly, I suppose I should reward you for being so considerate."

Dominic blinked.

(...Reward?)

His heartbeat inexplicably sped up.

(What reward?)

(Is she... going to hug me?)

(No... we’re both working.)

(Maybe she’ll cook dinner?)

(Or...)

His thoughts came to an abrupt halt. Before he could guess any further, Clara spoke again.

"So..." She deliberately dragged out the word.

"Tonight..."

Dominic unconsciously held his breath.

"...let’s have some fun."

"...."