My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 101

Chapter 101: Interactive Games

Alexander stepped closer.

Lilian tilted her head slightly, watching his lips, her expression open and expectant.

They were close now.

Closer than before.

Close enough that every subtle shift in expression was magnified under the unforgiving gaze of the cameras.

Alexander leaned in, his voice low—inaudible to everyone but her.

Slowly, deliberately, he mouthed the words.

Lilian’s brows knit faintly as she focused, trying to piece it together.

"...You..."

She hesitated.

"...never..."

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.

"...understood..."

A faint ripple passed through her expression.

"...me."

Silence.

For a split second, something unreadable crossed Lilian’s face.

Then she pulled back slightly, removing one side of the headphones.

"...You never understood me?" she repeated, her tone unsure.

The host clapped instantly. "Correct!"

Applause filled the room, but it carried a different weight this time—less playful, more charged.

The comment section exploded.

"That didn’t feel like a game..." "Why did that sound so personal??"

"Am I the only one who felt that tension?"

Lilian let out a small laugh, though it came a fraction too late. "That was harder than I expected."

Alexander didn’t respond immediately. He simply stepped back, his expression returning to its usual calm, as though nothing had happened.

But the moment lingered.

It clung to the air.

"Alright!" the host quickly interjected, her tone brightening as she sensed the shift. "Now it’s Miss Lilian’s turn to whisper."

Another card was handed over.

Lilian glanced at it, and for a brief moment, her smile faltered—just slightly.

Then she stepped forward.

This time, it was Alexander who wore the headphones.

The room quieted again.

Lilian leaned in, her voice soft as she mouthed the words carefully, making sure he could see.

Her lips moved slowly.

Gentle. Controlled.

Alexander watched closely, his gaze fixed on her.

"...I..."

A pause.

"...still..."

The cameras zoomed in tighter.

"...trust..."

The comment section began to spike again.

"...you."

Alexander’s eyes stilled.

For the briefest moment, something flickered beneath his composure.

Then it was gone.

He removed the headphones.

"I still trust you," he said calmly.

"Correct!" the host announced, clapping once more.

This time, the applause came louder—but so did the noise online.

"OH???"

"What is going on between them?"

"This is NOT just a game anymore."

Across the stage, Alicia sat in the audience, her posture relaxed, her expression unreadable.

But her gaze was steady.

Observing.

Measuring.

Everything was unfolding exactly as expected.

The contrast was clear now—undeniable.

With her, the interaction had been sharp, controlled, almost dangerous.

With Lilian...

It was softer.

More intimate in a quieter, more emotional way.

And that difference—

Was precisely what would keep everyone talking long after the event ended.

The host stepped forward, clearly energized by the atmosphere. "Well, it seems both rounds were a success! I don’t think anyone will forget these interactions anytime soon."

On the livestream, the moment spread like wildfire. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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