My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 115

Chapter 115: Date Night Interruption

‎Alexander raised an eyebrow, then gave a low chuckle.

‎"Alicia, what are you saying?"

‎"Nothing." I lowered my gaze with a small smile. "Just pretend I’m being unreasonable."

‎I hid the bitterness in my eyes.

‎But why was he so willing to give me the bracelet, yet unwilling to part with that ring?

‎The answer was obvious.

‎He was biased.

‎No matter what I did, I could never compare to Lilian.

‎That ring—judging by the design and craftsmanship—must have taken time, thought, and effort.

‎The bracelet?

‎That was only money.

‎That was the difference.

‎Still, it was something Alexander had spent a great deal on.

‎I didn’t want to ruin his mood.

‎Perhaps he thought I was merely sulking, because he said nothing more.

‎Instead, he poured me a small glass of wine.

‎"A little drink?"

‎"Mm."

‎Our glasses touched with a soft chime.

‎I lifted mine, took a sip, and began eating.

‎Just as he had done before, Alexander reached over, took the steak from my plate, and placed it in front of himself.

‎With practiced ease, he cut it into neat pieces before returning it to me.

‎"Thank you."

‎"No need."

‎I took a bite.

‎"It’s delicious."

‎"If you like it, I’ll bring you here again next time."

‎We raised our glasses once more.

‎Our eyes met briefly as we drank.

‎Warmth slowly spread across my face.

‎I couldn’t tell if it was from the wine... or from the quiet intimacy of the moment.

‎After a while, Alexander set down his knife and fork.

‎"I’m going to the restroom for a moment."

‎He rose from his seat and walked out.

‎Watching his tall figure disappear through the door, I touched my heated cheek.

‎I thought...

‎If Alexander wanted me tonight—

‎I didn’t think I would refuse.

‎Just then, the phone he had left on the table suddenly rang.

‎My hand paused before I reached for it.

‎The caller ID glowed across the screen.

‎Lilian.

I froze for a moment.

‎I remembered what Lilian had said that day—

‎Alexander would do anything for Lilian. One phone call, and she could summon him away.

‎Before I could think better of it, I rejected the call and placed the phone back on the table.

‎Two seconds later, it rang again.

‎I declined it once more.

‎Lilian was not someone who gave up easily.

‎If Alexander didn’t answer, she would keep calling until he did.

‎My fingers tightened around the phone.

‎A bitter impulse rose in me.

‎Without hesitation, I deleted the missed calls, switched off Alexander’s phone, and returned it to exactly where it had been.

‎Just then, the private room door opened.

‎Alexander walked back in and resumed his seat as though nothing had happened.

‎After a while, noticing I had barely eaten, Alexander lifted his gaze.

‎"Are you done?"

‎He glanced at the untouched dishes.

‎"Would you like to try the desserts here?"

‎"Sure."

‎I called the waiter over, opened the menu, and ordered two desserts.

‎The waiter bowed and left.

‎Only a few moments passed before the private room door was violently shoved open.

‎Both Alexander and I looked up.

‎The person standing there was not the waiter.

‎It was Michael Livingston.

‎His usually polished appearance was gone. His tie was crooked, his breathing uneven, his face filled with fury.

‎"Michael?" Alexander rose halfway from his seat, startled. "What are you doing here?"

‎Michael strode inside.

‎"What am I doing here?" he snapped. "You’re sitting here enjoying candlelight and wine while chaos has broken out outside. Do you have any idea what’s happening?"

‎Alexander’s brows furrowed sharply.

‎He set down his knife and fork.

‎"What happened?"

‎Michael stared at him as though he couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

‎"Lilian was in the middle of a show when a stage malfunction caused a fire accident. She was trapped and badly burned."

‎The blood drained from my face.

‎My ears rang.

‎That call just now...

‎Michael’s voice turned even harsher.

‎"The entire venue is in chaos, and you’re here having dinner? Why didn’t you answer your phone?"

‎A wave of nausea rolled through me.

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