Dear Ex-Wife Please Be Mine Again (Christina and Alex) novel Chapter 64

Christiana's POV.

Alex was sitting beside me, comfortably drinking my beer like he belonged here. His presence filled the room, and the air felt thicker, somehow more charged. He leaned back in his chair, talking casually to my employees, who were all too eager to engage with him. I glanced at him from the corner of my eye as he removed his jacket, put it over the back of his chair, and began folding the sleeves of his shirt with ease. There was something annoyingly natural about the way he blended in, like he hadn’t been absent from my life for years.

The waitress came over with our food, and before I could even think about it, Alex grabbed the plate, mixing it exactly the way I liked it—just as he used to, years ago. I hadn’t even thought he remembered. How could he still know something so small, so intimate, from a time that felt like another lifetime?

"Here, you’ll like it better this way," he said casually, sliding the plate in front of me, his eyes steady on mine.

I wanted to push it away, to refuse the meal and tell him I didn’t need his help. But then I felt the weight of every single employee’s gaze. They were watching, curious, perhaps even entertained by the interaction between us. If I rejected the food now, it would look like I was the bitter ex-wife, still holding onto old grudges. And so far, Alex had been nothing but polite. Intimidating, yes, but not cruel. If I made a scene, it would only reflect badly on me.

So, I picked up my fork and took a bite. His smile was instant, spreading across his face like he had just won some invisible victory. And worse, my employees clearly found it cute. I could see the amusement in their eyes, the barely hidden grins exchanged across the table.

"Well?" Alex asked, his voice low and confident, like he already knew my answer.

“It’s fine,” I muttered, stabbing at my food with more force than necessary.

"Glad you like it." He leaned back in his chair, a smug satisfaction practically radiating off him.

I could feel my cheeks heating up, the flush creeping in against my will. I wasn’t one to blush. I was the strict boss, the one who always kept things professional, yet here I was, letting Alex disarm me in front of my staff. I kept my head down, focusing on the meal, but I couldn’t shake the discomfort crawling up my spine.

Alex turned his attention back to the employees, engaging in casual conversation like he was their friend, not some imposing billionaire. I could see them relaxing around him, which only made me more uncomfortable. How could they be so at ease when I was sitting here on edge?

“Been a while since I’ve had a night like this,” Alex said, folding his arms over his chest. “It’s nice. Simple. Real.”

One of the employees nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah, it’s not every day we get to hang out like this with, well, someone like you."

Alex laughed. "Someone like me?" He raised an eyebrow. "I’m just a guy who knows how to enjoy a beer."

They all laughed along, and I couldn’t help but notice the way his presence seemed to charm them. But I wasn’t charmed. I was trapped, forced to smile politely as he sat there, acting like nothing had ever gone wrong between us.

The waitress returned with more drinks, and Alex slid my beer closer to me. "You didn’t finish this," he said with that same smile.

I wanted to tell him off, to push the glass away and maintain some kind of distance. But then I saw my employees’ eyes again, waiting, watching. I couldn’t cause a scene. Not here, not now.

So, I picked up the glass, took a sip, and watched as Alex’s smile grew even wider. His satisfaction was maddening.

“You’re awfully quiet,” he murmured, leaning closer so only I could hear. “Something on your mind, Christiana?”

I set the glass down with more force than necessary, keeping my voice low and measured. “What are you doing, Alex?”

“I told you,” he said, his voice smooth, “I’m just here to celebrate. You did a great job today.”

“And that’s all?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him.

He leaned in even closer, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, “And I think you look beautiful tonight.”

I froze, my fork suspended mid-air. My heart thudded in my chest at his compliment.

Why did it feel so good to hear that from him even when I didn't want it to?

I turned my head slightly to look at him, searching his face for any sign of deception, but all I saw was a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Before I could say anything, he sat back in his chair, taking another sip of my beer like it was the most natural thing in the world.

I swallowed hard, feeling the weight of his compliment sink in. But I wasn’t about to let him think he could just waltz back into my life like this.

“Thank you,” I said quietly, trying to keep my voice steady. “But if you think complimenting me will make me warm up to you, you’re wrong.”

His chuckle was low, and he took another slow gulp from my glass before setting it down with a satisfied sigh. "I wasn’t expecting it to. Just telling the truth, that’s all."

I clenched my jaw, determined not to let him see how much he was affecting me. He might’ve saved the night, but that didn’t mean he had a place in my life again.

“Well, you’ve done that. Now, go.” I glanced at the employees, still watching us with thinly veiled curiosity. “We don’t need to make this any more complicated than it already is.”

He leaned back with a soft laugh. "If that’s what you want, Christiana."

But something told me he wasn’t planning on leaving anytime soon.

Few minutes later.

Alex wiped his face calmly, his eyes locked on mine, but there was a fire behind them now. "Alright. That’s enough for tonight." He stepped forward, his hand reaching out to steady me as I stumbled.

I slapped his hand away. “Don’t touch me!” I swung my fist, weakly hitting his chest, but he barely budged. “You don’t get to act like you care now! You left me!”

“Christiana, that’s not what happened—”

“Oh, now you want to talk about what happened?” I laughed, a wild, hysterical laugh that echoed in the room. “You’re so full of shit, Alex.”

“Alright, that’s it.” He grabbed me by the arm, pulling me toward the door. “It’s time to go.”

I tried to pull away, stumbling as I cursed at him. “Let me go! I don’t need your help. I don’t need you.”

“Yeah, well, right now you do,” he muttered, tightening his grip as he nodded at the employees. “That’s all for tonight, everyone. Get home safe.”

They all murmured their goodbyes, clearly relieved that the chaos was ending. I watched as their faces blurred, the alcohol making it hard to focus on anything except the heat of Alex’s hand on my arm.

“You’re a bastard,” I muttered, trying to yank myself free as he pulled me outside. “You think you’re so perfect, but you’re just a manipulative—”

“Christiana, enough.” His voice was firmer now, and as we stepped outside into the cool night air, he stopped, turning to face me. His eyes were serious, his patience wearing thin. “You’re drunk. Let me help you.”

“I don’t want your help,” I slurred, shoving him weakly again, though my legs were barely holding me up. “You’re the last person I want help from.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair before gently wrapping an arm around my waist to steady me. “I’m taking you home.”

I let out a bitter laugh, but I couldn’t fight him anymore. My legs were giving out, and the world was spinning too fast. “Fine,” I mumbled, leaning into him as the last bit of energy drained out of me. “Just… don’t think this means anything.”

He didn’t respond. He just held onto me, his grip firm but careful, and for the first time that night, I felt something other than anger. Something I didn’t want to acknowledge. But I was too drunk to fight it now.

“Let’s get you out of here,” Alex whispered, guiding me toward his car as my head spun and my eyelids grew heavy.

As I stumbled besi

de him, I could still feel the weight of his arm around me, solid and unwavering. And in my drunken haze, I hated how comforting it felt.