Confess to the Wrong CEO

Chapter One
“Face the judgment of fate!”
Grace Chen wielded a water gun in one hand and a ladle in the other, launching a full-on water assault and dominating the battlefield. After soaking everyone in the nearby rafts into silence, she casually wiped the water from her face with her shoulder, flashed a mischievous grin at the blurry figure in front of her, and declared boldly, “Don’t worry, I’ve got this! None of them can beat me!”
Grace had been secretly crushing on Ryan Cooper from PR for what felt like forever. So when the company organized a rafting trip and she ended up in the same raft as him, thanks to a helpful coworker, she thought it was fate giving her the perfect shot.
An hour and a half of rafting? That had to be a divine opportunity. The only problem? No one had told her she couldn’t wear glasses during the ride. She’d had to stash them in a locker, leaving her with nothing but a fuzzy silhouette where her dream guy’s face should’ve been.
She was ready to enjoy a dreamy ride with Ryan. But at the very first turn, she lost her cool—screamed her lungs out—and got a mouthful of icy water from a crashing wave.
Spitting and coughing, Grace was just recovering when the guy in front of her spoke with a slightly amused tone, “Miss Chen, that’s quite the voice you’ve got.”
She wished the earth would swallow her whole. The voice didn’t even sound like Ryan’s—but she was too embarrassed to notice.
After a few more bumpy drops, she gave up on keeping up any graceful image. Since her calm and cute persona had already been destroyed by her screams, she fully embraced her wild side. She clutched both the gun and ladle like a warrior and announced seriously, “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you!”
With her -8.0 vision, she couldn’t see his expression clearly, but she could make out a slight nod.
Grace clutched her water gun tighter. Her protective instincts were on overdrive.
She wasn’t like those ordinary water-fighting peasants. No—Grace Chen was fighting for love!
Strangely enough, the other rafts seemed to avoid spraying water her way. It was like they were scared or something…
Suspicious, she squinted at the man sitting opposite her and asked with concern, “Are they all aiming for you instead?”
“No,” he replied, short and to the point.
Relieved—but with a creeping sense of unease—Grace frowned. Ryan Cooper wasn’t usually this quiet. Could it be… that he wasn’t into her, and that’s why he didn’t want to talk?
Flustered, she smoothed her wet bangs and nervously asked, “Um… what kind of girls do you like?”
He clearly hadn’t expected such a direct question and fell into a long silence.
Grace’s heart sank in that silence. When the raft finally slowed down near the shore, he finally spoke again, “We’re docking soon. Let’s go.”
Confused, she tried to make out the surroundings, but everything still looked like pixelated static. What came into clear view, though, was the hand he reached out to her—just like when they first got on. He offered politely, “Let me help you up.”
Grace’s eyes stung with sudden emotion. She sniffled and whispered, “I like you…”
Before she could finish, a coworker’s slightly awkward voice rang out—
“Hello, Mr. Harper.”
Mr. Harper? As in Ethan Harper? The cold, cleanliness-obsessed CEO?
Grace’s mind exploded with panic. And then she heard the man holding her hand respond, “Mm.”




Chapter Two
What’s more embarrassing than confessing to your crush?
According to Grace Chen, it’s confessing while holding a water gun like a maniac, only to realize—you confessed to the wrong guy. And that guy is your boss.
She had been struck by lightning, metaphorically. The moment she put her glasses back on and saw who she had been soaking and sweet-talking, she froze like a statue. She wanted nothing more than to reverse paddle upstream and disappear.
Ethan Harper looked visibly awkward, clearly trying to find a gentle way to let her down. “I’m not against office romance… but we don’t really know each other yet.”
Grace wanted to blurt out, “Sorry, I mistook you for someone else,” but the shame was too strong. She just nodded vaguely and fled the scene.
Back at work, she spent several days dodging Ethan like the plague—avoiding break rooms, taking the long route to her desk, and basically vanishing from common areas.
Just when she thought the whole awkward episode might fade into oblivion, she ran into him again—at the planning meeting for a major event their company was hosting in Seattle. And of all things, her proposal had been selected.
Normally, Grace would’ve been thrilled. Career win! But now, all she could think was: Does confessing to the wrong person count as workplace harassment? She sat there, trembling under the weight of Ethan Harper’s unreadable expression.
The department director was giving a grand, three-year strategic vision speech, but Grace could feel a faint gaze resting on her. She looked up—and locked eyes with Ethan, whose expression was calm but watchful.
Freaked out, she ducked her head and, overwhelmed by secondhand embarrassment, slowly drifted off… into a dream.
At first, the dream seemed normal. But just as she was nervously preparing to confess to Ryan Cooper, Ethan’s elegant face popped into view. Smirking, he asked, “Didn’t you say you liked me?”
Startled awake, Grace blinked.
She was still in the conference room, surrounded by execs. Ethan, seated at the center of the table, seemed to be thinking hard. Then he looked up and said, “Alright. Grace Chen will come with me.”
Come with him? Where?!
She blinked in confusion. Before she could react, the director patted her shoulder in silent encouragement.
Soon, she would understand exactly what that dream-scream had led to—
A business trip to Seattle. With Ethan Harper.




Chapter Three
The two of them boarded the plane in silence and sat side by side.
Grace Chen was quiet out of sheer panic. Ethan Harper simply didn’t know where to begin.
After a long pause, Ethan cleared his throat. “I brought you on this business trip because you’re the lead planner and you know the proposal best. Nothing more.”
Perfect. The misunderstanding just got worse.
Grace wanted to dig a hole in the floor. Her voice trembled. “I—I know! Don’t worry, I totally understand. There’s nothing going on!”
Ethan pressed his lips together. His gaze lingered on the pink flush creeping up her cheeks. He wondered if maybe he’d been a little too cold to her.
Then, as he watched Grace sleep—her face peaceful and childlike—his mind wandered. He thought back to the rafting trip, her wild energy, the way she half-confessed her feelings as they stepped ashore…
Before he could sort through the sudden swirl of thoughts, something warm and soft dropped onto his shoulder.
It was her.
Grace had fallen asleep and slumped against him, her breath tickling the side of his neck. A strange heat spread over his skin. His brain glitched for a solid minute.
When he finally came to, he realized he had leaned toward her on purpose, lowered his shoulder slightly to make it more comfortable for her—and gently pulled a small blanket over her.
And then he just… stayed there.
Awkwardly, stiffly, but completely still—until the plane began its descent.
As they were about to land, Ethan leaned in just a bit, meaning to whisper her awake. But before he could say anything—
Grace stirred from her dream. She’d been floating in a cozy cloud, but the flight attendant’s voice yanked her back to reality. She suddenly remembered who was sitting next to her.
With a jolt, she shot up—only to slam her forehead right into something hard.
“Ow—” she winced, now fully awake.
Blinking blearily, she looked up to see Ethan rubbing his brow, visibly in pain.
“Grace Chen,” he said, voice low and dry, “was that payback for turning you down?”
“What? No! I didn’t—You’ve got it all wrong!” she blurted out in a panic.
Ethan let out a breathy chuckle and removed his hand, revealing the red bump forming above his eyebrow. “Then how do you explain this?”
“I can explain! I mean—it was an accident!” Grace stammered, already imagining herself writing a resignation letter and Googling “how to apply for unemployment.”
Ethan reached out suddenly and ruffled her hair. “You can explain later. We’re landing.”
That casual touch burned hotter than a fever. Her brain short-circuited again. All she could see now were Ethan’s dark, smiling eyes.
And just like that, her heart skipped a beat.

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