Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 27

Christiana's POV.

My head started to spin just as I was wrapping up the meeting with my employees. Everything was going smoothly, or at least, I was making sure it did. I couldn't afford any slip-ups, not now. The expansion project was in full swing, and I needed to stay on top of everything, no matter how exhausted I was. But as I gave the final instructions, a wave of dizziness hit me like a punch to the gut. My vision blurred, and I instinctively reached out to steady myself, but I could feel the ground slipping away beneath my feet.

Strong arms caught me just before I could collapse. The firm grip, the subtle scent of expensive cologne—it jolted me back to my senses. I blinked and looked up in shock.

"Daniel? What are you doing here?" My voice came out weaker than I intended, laced with surprise.

“Questions can wait,” he said smoothly, his eyes locked on mine, filled with concern. Without giving me time to argue, he led me to a nearby table and gently helped me sit down. I was too stunned to protest.

“Stay here. I’ll get you something,” he added before he hurried off, leaving me momentarily confused.

He returned quickly with a bottle of water, uncorking it and thrusting it into my hands. “Drink up. Slowly.”

I obeyed, taking a sip and feeling the cool liquid travel down my throat. It was refreshing, calming even. A faint sense of normalcy returned, and I sighed in relief.

"Better?" he asked, crouching down so he could look directly into my eyes.

I nodded, feeling slightly more human. “I just… I haven’t eaten since morning,” I admitted with a sheepish smile. “There’s been too much going on, and I lost track of time.”

Daniel gave me a stern look, one that was softened by the concern still etched across his face. “You can’t keep running on empty. You need to take breaks, Christiana. Your body can’t function without fuel.”

“Noted, Mr. Health Adviser,” I quipped with a small grin. His caring nature was unexpected, and for a brief moment, it was almost… comforting. I took another sip of water before asking, “But seriously, what are you doing here?”

Daniel leaned back slightly and crossed his arms. “I came to see a friend. He owns one of the offices in the building. But imagine my surprise when I just happen to run into you.”

“Oh,” I murmured, feeling oddly self-conscious under his gaze. “Well, it’s a small world, I guess.”

“Clearly,” he responded, his eyes never leaving mine. Then his gaze swept around the office space before returning to me, curiosity dancing in his eyes. “So, you’re the boss here?”

I gave a slight nod. “I am.”

“Impressive,” he said with a genuine smile that reached his eyes. “You’re full of surprises.”

“Most people are,” I replied simply, studying him carefully. He had this easy-going charm about him, but there was something more—something sharp and observant beneath the surface.

“Are you… married?” he asked, almost casually, but there was a hint of something else behind the question.

The question threw me off for a second. “No. I’m not,” I replied, keeping my tone neutral.

His eyebrows lifted in surprise, but before he could say anything, he smiled warmly. “You know, my grandmother was asking about you. She hasn’t stopped talking about how kind you were the other day at the grocery store.”