My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 107

Chapter 107: Status Update

"I have your medication kit here. Maria must have switched it by mistake. Why do you have so many? You can come soak in the pool and take them before you leave."

My eyes widened.

For a moment, my mind went completely blank.

He had it.

Before I could think further, my body had already moved.

I grabbed my phone and stepped out of the room immediately—

Heading straight for 0108.

I reached the door and raised my hand to knock—but stopped myself.

I took a quiet breath, steadying my emotions first.

Only after I was sure I looked composed did I knock.

The door opened almost immediately.

Alexander stood there.

When he saw me, he simply stepped aside.

"Come in."

I walked into room 0108, my eyes instinctively taking in the surroundings.

Lavish.

It was a presidential suite—everything from the furnishings to the lighting was top-tier. Spacious, refined, and meticulously designed.

Far superior to my own room.

Through the glass doors, I could see it clearly—

A jacuzzi pool.

"You’re staying here tonight?" he asked.

"No," I replied calmly. "I’ll go back to my room. I’ll come tomorrow to use the pool."

I paused slightly before adding, "Where’s my medication?"

"It’s over there," he said, nodding toward the table.

Then, after a brief pause, his gaze sharpened slightly.

"Why do you take so many? And the packaging...?"

My heart skipped.

"I changed the packaging," I replied quickly, keeping my tone steady. "The original was too bulky. It’s easier to carry this way."

He looked at me for a moment.

"I see."

That was all he said.

Relief quietly settled in my chest.

I walked over, picked up my medication kit, and was about to leave when his voice stopped me again.

"Have you had dinner?"

"No."

"Then stay," he said casually. "Relax in the pool first. Dinner will be here soon."

I was about to refuse.

But the thought lingered—

The private pool.

The quiet.

The warmth.

And the fact that I was already here.

"...I’ll go change first," I said.

I returned to my room briefly, put my medication away, took what I needed, and changed into something more suitable.

Then I came back.

The moment I stepped into the pool—

I exhaled softly.

It felt amazing.

The warm water wrapped around me, easing the tension in my body, washing away the fatigue that had been building for days.

I leaned back against the edge, closing my eyes.

For a moment—

Everything felt quiet.

Then I heard footsteps.

I opened one eye.

Alexander was walking toward the pool, a bathrobe draped loosely over his shoulders.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, startled.

"I’m here to enjoy the pool," he replied calmly. "What kind of question is that?"

I froze.

Right.

Of course.

This was his room.

Before I could react, he had already removed his robe and stepped into the water.

My breath caught—just slightly.

No matter how many times I had seen him, it was the same.

Broad shoulders. Narrow waist. Defined muscles.

He had the kind of build that looked restrained in clothes—

But striking without them.

I didn’t realize I had been staring until his hand waved lightly in front of my face.

"What is it?" he teased. "You like looking at me? Haven’t you seen me enough already?"

Heat rushed to my cheeks.

I quickly turned away. "Who’s looking at you? I was just thinking."

"Oh?" he drawled, clearly unconvinced, as he moved closer and sat beside me. "Are your shoulders sore? Want me to give you a massage?"

"...Sure."

I tilted my head back slightly.

My shoulders and neck had been tense for days. The offer was too tempting to refuse.

"Turn around."

His hands settled on my shoulders.

Warm. Steady.

Slowly, he began to knead the tension away.

The combination of the heated water and his touch made my body relax almost instantly.

My breathing softened.

The tightness I hadn’t even realized I was holding began to melt away under his hands.

He had clearly gotten better at this.

Practice.

The thought flickered through my mind faintly.

I let myself relax... even though I knew I shouldn’t.

The warmth of the water, the steady pressure of his hands—it was too easy to sink into it, to forget everything else.

For a moment, I stopped thinking.

Stopped resisting.

Then—

Something shifted.

His hands, once firm and steady on my shoulders, slowed.

Not stopping.

Just... changing.

A faint awareness crept in.

Subtle.

But unmistakable.

My breath hitched slightly.

I should have moved.

Should have said something.

But I didn’t.

Maybe it was the warmth of the water.

Or the exhaustion from the day.

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