Unwanted Fake Wife The Top Billionaire novel Chapter 139

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o people who had never truly cared about her was the most foolish thing she could could do.

forward, she would only be Malcolm and Vivian’s daughter. Richard and Catheriatherine no thing to do withwish her.

lenly crourouched down in front of her, leaning in close enough that she could could catch the faint in him. The the proximity slowed her breathing, and warmth crept up along theng the edge of her

could stopstop it.

red.vn your nose is red, everything’s red,” he said quietly.

e are and gently wiped the remaining tears from her face, his touch careficareful and unexpectedly gbugh he were smoothing over more than just the traces of crying, rying

insed seated in the wheelchair, barely daring to move. Alexander seeinest emed to notice her stiffness, ner of his mouth curved slightly.

tou blushing for?”

turned up too high in here.”

ory because you’re not wearing much.”

I to back down.

t flickered in his eyes. Without warning, he leaned in edin and brushed his lips against hers.

ed and instinctively leaned back. “What are you doing doing?”

eady crossed certain lines with him before, but thisut this sudden, almost casual intimacy still caught

‘d.

wife. Is that a problem?”

had no intention of stopping, but before he or he could lean in again, there was a knock at the door.

Eminediately.

ase between Alesalexander’s brows, but he did not respond right away. His a’s check as heach Land. Fl pick you up tomorrow when you’re discharged

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Her leg had mostly recovered. By tomorrow she would be able to walk on her own.

“I’ll come.”

“Alexander.”

Fiona called again from outside.

Elena gently pushed at his chest. “Your secretary probably has something important.”

Alexander suppressed whatever emotion flickered in his eyes and straightened. “Come in.”

The door opened, and Fiona stepped inside in a fitted white suit, her long hair falling neatly over her shoulders. Her smile was professional, almost rehearsed. “Alexander, you have dinner with York tonight. It’s time to head out.”

He glanced at his watch. The engagement had been scheduled in advance.

Before leaving, he tapped Elena lightly on the forehead with his knuckles in a gesture that felt far too familiar. “Tomorrow, I’ll pick you up.”

“Really, you don’t have to-”

“Grandpa asked me to.”

That single sentence ended the discussion.

I’m taking you back to Kingsley Manor.”

A faint disappointment brushed across Elena’s chest. She had almost thought he wanted to come on his

Dwn.

‘Alright,” she said with a small smile.

Fiona looked at her, her expression tightening for just a fraction of a second before she spoke. “Walter called Alexander personally and asked him to pick you up. If you refuse, he’ll be upset.”

The words were polite, yet something about the tone grated faintly against Elena’s nerves.

‘I won’t be back tonight,” Alexander added. “It’ll probably run late.”

He had been coming every evening without fail, despite her telling him repeatedly that it was unnecessary. He had ignored her protests every time.

I understand.”

Only then did he leave with Fiona.

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