My CEO HUSBAND sign the divorce novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: Only with My Permission

Alexander and Alicia’s eyes met but it was Just for a second.

Then Alicia lowered her gaze, forcing a shy expression onto her face.

But the helplessness in her eyes couldn’t be hidden.

Her thoughts drifted back to that conversation—

To what Alexander had said about divorce... even if there was a child.

A faint bitterness rose in her chest.

She didn’t understand what he was thinking.

But one thing, she felt certain of—

In his eyes, she was never the one.

Not the one worthy of carrying his child.

Not the one he would choose to build a future with.

That place...

Had always belonged to Lilian.

"Alright, you’re going to be late," Aunt Rose said, breaking the tension.

They exchanged their goodbyes.

Nadia got into the car, waving as the vehicle pulled away.

Alicia stood there, watching until it disappeared from sight.

Only then did she turn and walk back inside with the others.

"Uncle, are you planning to stay here for long?" Alexander asked.

"I didn’t expect us to stay this long," his uncle replied. "But for now, we’ll remain here and keep an eye on your grandmother’s health."

"You don’t have to do that. I’m fine now," Grandma protested.

"We can’t just leave you alone," Aunt Rose said gently.

"I’m not alone. I have the staff here," Grandma insisted.

They continued their discussion, voices overlapping lightly.

Alicia sat quietly to the side, watching them with a faint, distant smile.

...

They stayed until evening before finally getting up to leave.

After saying their goodbyes, Alexander and Alicia walked out together.

Hand in hand.

But the moment they stepped out of the living room—

Alicia pulled her hand away.

Alexander’s steps paused.

His gaze flickered to his now empty hand.

Without a word, he reached out and took hers again.

This time, his grip was firmer.

Alicia frowned and tried to pull away, but his hold tightened, refusing to let go.

"What are you doing?" she asked, stopping in her tracks, her voice cold.

Alexander looked at her. "I should be asking you that. What are you doing?"

"What do you mean?"

He didn’t release her hand.

His voice lowered, steady but firm.

"You said Grandma wanted us to get along. That I should show it through my actions."

His fingers tightened slightly around hers.

"I’m doing exactly that. But you keep pushing me away—again and again."

Alicia’s gaze flickered.

Her coldness these past few days... had been that obvious?

"I’m not pushing you away," she said.

"Really?" Alexander lifted their joined hands slightly. "Then what is this?"

Alicia didn’t answer.

His eyes darkened.

"I also saw you give the cookies to your assistant."

Her lips pressed together.

For a brief moment, the question rose to her throat—

Were those cookies... never meant for me either?

But she swallowed it back.

There was no need to ask.

She already knew the answer.

Back then, they hadn’t been close.

There had been no reason for him to buy her cookies.

And if she asked now—

He might realize.

Realize her feelings for him.

That was something she couldn’t allow.

"Can’t explain it?" Alexander pressed, his voice quieter now—but heavier.

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