My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 153

Vivienne’s POV

"Don’t overthink it. After all, you got hurt trying to save me. I’m just... uneasy," I said, lowering my eyes.

I had shifted my focus, replacing concern with unease. It’s like when a stranger gets hurt while trying to save me—I’d feel grateful and worried, but it wouldn’t be the same as feeling actual pain for them. Someone once said that when you feel pain for someone, it means you’re falling for them.

The light in Alexander’s eyes dimmed. "Aren’t you going to ask why I saved you?"

In that dangerous moment, he didn’t have the chance to think, let alone consider his own safety. His instinct was to swerve the car, just to prevent me from getting hurt.

"Whatever the reason, I should still thank you. Thank you, Alexander." I looked at him sincerely.

If Alexander was willing to risk his life for me, I could do the same for him. If one day Alexander were in danger, I’d give my life for him. But... I couldn’t trust his feelings anymore. I couldn’t let myself fall for him again.

Alexander’s POV

Vivienne’s words of thanks sounded hollow in my ears.

I sneered. "Is that all? Just a thank-you?"

"What, what else do you want?" she asked.

"Could you..." I blurted, then paused. "...stay at the hospital and take care of me until I’m discharged?"

For a moment, I had wanted to say something else entirely—something like, "Could you stay with me? Could we remarry?"

Vivienne furrowed her brow. Just as I started to feel uneasy, wondering if I was taking advantage of her vulnerability, she nodded.

"Okay."

When she agreed, a wave of joy rushed through me. But then I heard Vivienne’s voice again.

"You were hurt saving me. It’s only right that I take care of you."

My expression froze, and that fleeting joy quickly vanished.

I lowered my eyes, bitterness washing over me. Even if she stayed to take care of me for a few days, what would it matter? We’d still part ways eventually.

"Forget it. I was just joking. Gabriella will be here to take care of me. What are you planning to do next?"

Vivienne answered honestly. "I’m going to travel with Sophie Lancaster and Ariana Wells."

"Where to?"

"Not sure yet."

"When are you leaving?"

"Probably in a couple of days."

My throat tightened.

So soon?

Vivienne looked at me seriously. "You really don’t need me to stay? I can push my trip back by two days."

"No need. After you get back, what will you do?"

Vivienne shook her head. "I don’t know. I’ll figure it out when I get back."

With that, Vivienne noticed my medication had run out and called the nurse to have it replaced.

Before long, the police arrived and handed Vivienne her bag. They had already confirmed our identities from the documents in the car. After a brief questioning, they told us who was responsible for the accident.

The culprit was a wealthy playboy who had just bought a new sports car and was eager to show it off. In the end, the car was totaled, and he broke his leg.

Now that he knew he had hit me, he was panicking, trying to figure out how to gain our forgiveness.

But I didn’t want to pursue it. Honestly, I felt a strange relief about the accident.

Because of this accident, Vivienne and I were connected again. If it meant seeing Vivienne once more, I’d be willing to break a few more ribs.

After the police left, Vivienne opened her bag and checked. Her phone was still intact.

As dusk settled, she called Gabriella. "Gabriella, Alexander had an accident and is in Saint James Hospital. Could you bring him a few changes of clothes?"

Gabriella asked, "Ah? Is Mr. Hawthorne’s injury serious?" 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"Don’t worry, it’s not too bad."

"That’s good. Ms. Vivienne, how about you? Do you need me to pack anything for you?"

"No, I’m fine. I wasn’t really hurt, no need for hospitalization."

I heard their conversation clearly, and I shut my eyes, a discomfort swelling in my chest.

That meant she’d leave the hospital tonight, and maybe tomorrow she’d go on her trip with her friends. Who knew when she’d be back?

I realized too late that we were divorced. There was no need to report our whereabouts to each other anymore; our lives no longer interfered with one another.

From now on, she would have her own life, her own work.

Perhaps the only time I’d see her again would be by chance at Ashford Manor, and if she deliberately avoided me, it would be normal if we didn’t cross paths for even a year.

Just the thought of such a situation caused my heart to ache—sour and heavy.

"I’ll go buy some food. What would you like to eat?" Vivienne’s voice broke through my thoughts.

I slowly opened my eyes. "Just get whatever. I’m not hungry right now."

"Okay, I’ll pick something up."

Vivienne grabbed her phone and left the room.

About twenty minutes later, she returned with dinner.

Vivienne had bought quite a bit of food, laying it all out on the table. "I got a variety. What do you want to eat?"

"I don’t want anything right now."

"You have to eat. You’re still recovering from an injury. How can you get better without food? Besides, your stomach has always been delicate..."

Halfway through, Vivienne suddenly paused, falling silent.

We were divorced now.

Some things—things that used to be shared—shouldn’t be said anymore.

I, too, fell silent. Over the past three years, she had always worried about my meals, afraid I’d forget to eat during meetings. She would come in person to make sure I ate, and gradually we’d developed the habit of eating together in my office.

But from now on, I wouldn’t hear her concerns, her reminders, and the chance to eat together would be a rare one.

Vivienne divided the food into portions and placed half of it on the bedside table. "I’ve left it here. Help yourself if you’re hungry."

Seeing her turn to leave, I thought she was about to go. Without thinking, I called out, "Wait!"

Vivienne stopped and turned to look at me. "What is it?"

"I want some soup!" I glanced at my right hand, hooked up to an IV.

The intention was clear.

Vivienne seemed oblivious to the hint, placing the soup on the left bedside table with a spoon in the bowl. "Here, eat."

That way, I could use my left hand to eat spoonful by spoonful.

My gaze darkened as I silently scooped some soup, but before I could bring it to my lips, I fumbled, spilling it all over the blanket. "Give me some tissue, the soup spilled."

"Be careful," Vivienne said as she grabbed some tissue to clean the soup off the blanket.

I tried again, scooping another spoonful of soup with my left hand, trembling as I brought it toward my mouth. A few more drops spilled onto the blanket, but after much effort, I finally managed to get it into my mouth, though not much was left.

Vivienne sighed and reached for the spoon in my hand. "Let me feed you."

"No need. I can do it myself."

I pursed my lips, expressionless, and avoided her hand. I scooped another spoonful of soup, repeating the process, but more stains appeared on the blanket.

Vivienne couldn’t stand it anymore. She grabbed the spoon from my hand, lifted the bowl, and brought a spoonful to my mouth.

I watched her serious expression as I opened my mouth to drink the soup, a faint smile tugging at the corner of my lips—a subtle smile, but it was there.

The moment Vivienne looked up, the smile vanished from my face.

I took the second spoonful, my gaze fixed intently on her face.

Her eyes sparkled, the contrast of black and white sharp.

Her lashes were long and dark. So close, I could see each individual lash, and when she blinked, it was like a fan opening and closing, fluttering.

Her skin was pale and delicate, as smooth and tender as I had always known.

But I had realized too late and lost her...

After dinner, Gabriella arrived with a change of clothes.

Vivienne glanced at the sky before telling me, "Since you don’t need me to stay, I’ll head back."

I lowered my gaze, pressing my lips together tightly.