The CEO's Bride

Just as she was about to leave, she bumped into someone and fell down due to their weight, causing something to drop from his wrist. "Argh, what the actual fuck?" she exclaimed. She raised her hea

tched them leave, wondering who these men were. She picked up the card and limped away, her mind reeling. Later, Rose sought permission from her friend Peniel, one of the hotel's manager, to treat her wound. Peniel had always been her savior. "Thanks so much, I don't know what I'd do without you," she said, grateful. Peniel smiled. "It's fine, I've got your back. But you should wash your hair, it looks like it's been ages since you last did." He gently arranged her unkempt black hair. "I know, I just haven't had the time to take care of myself lately." Peniel's expression turned serious. "You need to prioritize self-care, Rose. You're a lady, after all. Now, go before the new boss sees us chatting." He smiled and nudged her towards the door. "I'll fill you in on the new boss later. I don't want to risk getting on his bad side." Rose smiled and said "See you later" as she left, feeling grateful for Peniel's support and curiosity about the new boss. Here is the rewritten text in the past tense: Rose opened the door to her apartment, limping carefully to avoid making any noise that might alert her landlord, who had been pestering her for rent. She dropped her bag on an antique couch and sat down, sighing heavily due to the pain. She remembered why she came back home and looked at the fresh cut on her leg. She thought back to the incident that led to her hurting herself. "Who could he be?" She remembered the card and brought it out from her bag, staring at it. "Why does he look so elegant? He looks like an actor from Italy." She got up, walked to a drawer, and brought out cotton wool and spirit to clean the cut. As she sat down. As she cleaned her wound, Rose winced in pain, "Mmmm." She caught herself thinking how similar the sound was to a pleasurable moan. Her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. She answered, and Mia's voice was on the other end, asking where she was. Rose was supposed to be at work at 5:00, but it was already 5:30. She quickly covered her cut with a plaster and rushed out the door. When she arrived at the coffee shop, Mia was busy making coffee. Rose slipped in, trying to catch her breath. "What kept you so long?" Mia asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm so s