My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 87

Alexander spoke in a low voice, "Just do as I say."

Victor Sinclair fell silent for a moment before agreeing.

Alexander slipped his phone back into his pocket and took my hand, walking slowly ahead. The atmosphere was quiet.

After a long pause, I said, "If Victor apologizes to me, you should have Jasper and the others around. Otherwise, won’t that just embarrass him in front of them?"

"Why?"

"I don’t think we need Jasper and the others."

This was something I had once wanted, but now that it was happening, I didn’t feel as happy as I imagined.

It almost felt unnecessary.

If this had happened when we first got married, I would have been overjoyed for him to acknowledge me in front of his friends. But now, with his past with Isabella, his friends wouldn’t accept me. They’d probably think I’d stolen Alexander from her. Even if they pretended to respect me for Alexander’s sake, it wouldn’t be genuine.

Just like Victor Sinclair was doing now.

Alexander stopped and turned to look at me.

"Why do you think it’s unnecessary?"

I hesitated, then said, "Do you remember when you told me to call Isabella ’Second Sister-in-law’?"

Back then, he had introduced Isabella to his friends, and I had greeted them. How long ago was that?

Now, the woman by his side is me.

I truly can’t understand this man’s heart.

Alexander took my wrist, his thumb gently brushing over it. "Don’t worry. I’m here."

As long as he was here, even if his friends didn’t like me, they’d have to swallow their discomfort. Just like Victor Sinclair—reluctantly apologizing to me.

I didn’t say anything more.

We walked for a while, then returned to the villa.

When Alexander came out of the bathroom, he saw two medicine bottles and a glass of water on the table in front of me. His brow furrowed slightly as he approached.

"Still not feeling well? Want to go to the hospital?"

The sound of his voice startled me, and I steadied my breath. "No need."

His tone didn’t soften. "It’s been a while, and if it’s not improving, even a small issue could turn into something bigger. I’ll take you to the hospital tomorrow."

"..."

"It really isn’t necessary. The doctor said it’s a chronic condition and I just need time to recover." I looked at Alexander and added, "Don’t worry. I’m fine now. If anything gets worse, I’ll go to the doctor myself."

After hearing me, Alexander nodded reluctantly. "Don’t push yourself."

"Okay."

Later that evening, after finishing his work, Alexander came out of his study and opened the bedroom door.

I was already asleep, lying in bed.

He moved quietly to my bedside, gazing at my peaceful, sleeping face.

Everything was so serene.

I was curled up in a tight ball, like a shrimp.

He went into the bathroom, and a moment later, returned wearing a bathrobe. He lifted the blanket, climbed into bed, and gently pulled me into his arms.

The warmth of his body pressed against my back, and I unconsciously leaned into him.

Sunlight filtered through the room. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and glanced at my phone—it was just five minutes shy of 7 a.m.

The person beside me was already gone, leaving only the lingering warmth in the sheets.

Alexander must have gotten up to go for his morning run.

I got up, dressed, washed up, and went downstairs for breakfast. Alexander was already waiting for me.

After breakfast, we headed to the company, just like so many days in our marriage.

In the backseat of the car, Alexander took my hand and placed it on his lap, gently toying with it. My skin was pale, with veins slightly visible on the back of my hand. My fingers were long and slender, nails tinted with a faint pink.

"I won’t be in the office this afternoon. I’m going straight to the club tonight. After work, have James pick you up."

"Do you have a schedule?" I asked.

"Just a round of golf with Xavier and a few others," Alexander replied.

It wasn’t just about playing golf—it was also a chance to discuss business while doing something less formal, a much easier way to talk than sitting in a meeting room.

"Okay."

"How about coming with me?"

"I still have work. Or do you want me to quit?" I teased, shaking his hand.

Alexander smiled. "No way."

I never expected him to agree.

But at that moment, my thoughts turned to the child growing inside me. Calculating the time, I realized I was almost thirteen weeks along.

It was time for my regular pregnancy checkup.

But I still didn’t know how to bring it up with Alexander, especially since our relationship wasn’t exactly stable right now.

...

When we arrived at the company, we took the elevator together, but at the corner, we parted ways, heading to our respective offices.

Before he left, Alexander squeezed my palm gently, his gaze lingering with a hint of something more.

"Go on," I said, giving him a light push.

Alexander walked toward his office.

I averted my gaze, and as I turned, I saw Olivia standing not far off, staring at me with a tense expression, her eyes dark with something unreadable.

I gave her a faint smile. "Good morning, Director Olivia."

Olivia didn’t respond.

I didn’t expect her to. Without a word, I walked straight to my office.

Olivia stood still, watching me leave, her hands clenched at her sides.

She shut her eyes, and the scene replayed in her mind.

Even though Alexander and Vivienne hadn’t been overly intimate in their actions, Alexander’s eyes had said it all.

Olivia swallowed hard, the tightness in her throat reflecting the sourness in her chest.

Her mind wandered back to the first time she had seen Alexander.

He wore a black shirt, two buttons undone at the collar, paired with suit pants and hand-crafted leather shoes, a belt that was understated yet elegant.

His posture was straight, like a tall pine tree.

With his long, well-shaped fingers, he held a document while giving a speech on stage. His tone was calm and measured, exuding confidence.

When his gaze swept over the room, it was composed and unruffled, yet there was an undeniable authority in it, one that demanded attention.

That one moment alone had been enough to captivate Olivia with his presence.

But because she was two years older than Alexander, she had automatically been placed in the "sister" category. Even when the staff joked around, no one ever teased her about being with him, as if they instinctively felt they were mismatched.

Age was an insurmountable gap.

Olivia knew that a man like Alexander—mature, powerful—would only be interested in younger women. She had effectively excluded herself from his world.

Fearing ridicule, she buried her feelings deep inside, publicly claiming she had a boyfriend.

She had always kept a quiet watch on Alexander.

And that was why, from the very beginning, she had noticed the subtle tension between Alexander and Vivienne. Their relationship was clearly more than that of just siblings.

They often arrived at work together, and during lunch, when the office was empty, Vivienne would go to Alexander’s office to eat.

If Alexander was in the office in the afternoon and had no evening engagements or plans, they would leave together.

Before Olivia had confirmed anything, Isabella returned to the country.

The news spread like wildfire.

At that point, Olivia realized that the woman Alexander truly loved was Isabella.

But the nature of his relationship with Vivienne remained ambiguous.

Now, Olivia was certain.

There was definitely a sexual connection between them—the way Alexander had gently squeezed her palm was intimate, flirtatious.

Though on the surface, Alexander appeared to lead a clean and disciplined life, he was approaching thirty, in the prime of his youth, and it was natural for a man like him to have women around to satisfy his physical needs.

Olivia had never imagined that, despite Isabella’s return and Alexander frequently going out with her, he was still maintaining an improper relationship with Vivienne on the side.

But when she thought about it more, it seemed normal. Wealthy men rarely remained loyal to just one woman.

Alexander was no different from other business moguls—his moral compass when it came to sexual relationships was clearly weak.

Then, an idea formed in Olivia’s mind.

She bit her lip.

If Vivienne could have him, why couldn’t she?