Shining Bright After Rebirth (Diana and Steven) novel Chapter 973

Chapter 973 Keep Distance
For the next hour, they talked about work, occasionally chatting, and sharing a quiet smile.

Time seemed to stretch, the air in the spacious hall warmer, more intimate. A harmonious atmosphere filled the room, their voices rising and falling as they exchanged ideas and listened intently to each other's opinions.

Alexander was often caught off guard by Diana's fresh perspectives. The more he understood her, the more energized he became. It was like every new thought she shared turned the world around him into a glittering prize.

They were lost in their conversation, hours slipping by unnoticed. Two hours later, everything had been discussed and settled.

Diana's back ached horribly. The intensity of the work had taken a toll on her—she was exhausted.

She knew it—office life just wasn't for her. She was meant to lie down, not sit at a desk all day.

She couldn't stand it for much longer. Two hours was already too much.

That bastard Steven—she hadn't agreed to his partnership, but somehow he'd found a way to rope her in any way.

"Alexander, it's getting late. Let's call it a night. My back is killing me. I just can't sit at a desk all day," she said, standing up, her voice tinged with frustration. She twisted her waist, trying to ease the pain, and shifted her feet, which were sore too.

Alexander's eyes softened with a gentle smile. He knew she'd been sitting too long. "Alright. I've got a little surprise for you—gifts and some late-night snacks. I'll have the butler bring them to the car."

Diana smiled, feeling a rush of warmth. Looking at him, with his soft expression and warm eyes, she couldn't help but think, "This is the future mogul. So kind, so tender." It wasn't what she expected at all.

"Thanks, Alexander. You didn't have to, but I appreciate it. I've got something for you too—some cookies I baked myself. You can snack on them while you work. They're really good."

Alexander's eyes lit up with tenderness as he smiled, nodding. "Diana, you're an amazing baker. Late nights at the office just got a whole lot better."

He stood, his tone warm and reassuring. "Let me walk you out."

Diana didn't bother with politeness. She settled into the wheelchair beside her, the injury still fresh—three months of recovery ahead. She knew that if she stayed in the chair, it would help speed up her healing.

Alexander's eyes flickered to her bandaged foot, his thoughts briefly turning to Steven and Queenie, who were now openly together. Unable to hold back, he finally asked, "Diana... did you and Steven get the divorce papers?"

Diana remembered telling him about it before. She smiled softly, her tone light, "It's all taken care of."

Alexander's gaze softened as he looked at her. His eyes lingered on her—her hair, straight and glossy, cascading like silk, the delicate scent of it lingering in the air. He inhaled deeply, a quiet satisfaction spreading through him. Diana had finally divorced him.

The weight he'd been carrying for so long, holding back his feelings for her, had lifted. He didn't have to fight it anymore.

For months, he'd kept his distance, worried about the rumors it might stir, about how it might affect her reputation.

But now, with Steven and Queenie flaunting their relationship, he didn't have to hide. He could see her openly and be with her whenever he wanted.

The chill of the evening air hit them as Alexander wrapped a scarf around her neck, making sure she was warm before gently pushing her out the door.

The car was waiting at the curb, the butler already loading the gifts into the back.

Luna, standing nearby, opened the door and gave them a small, knowing smile as she watched Alexander's soft, affectionate expression.

Together, Alexander and Diana made a perfect pair.

His looks were undeniable—handsome in his own right, though perhaps not as strikingly cold and intimidating as Steven's. There was something about him, though, something warmer, gentler, that balanced out the sharpness of Steven's presence.

When they reached the car, Diana tried to stand on her own, determined to get in by herself.

But the moment she stood up, Alexander scooped her off the ground effortlessly, lifting her into his arms.

"Alexander!" Diana gasped in surprise.

His sudden action startled her.

He realized he'd scared her and softened his tone. "Diana, the ground's too slippery. I don't want you to fall again, and I don't want your leg getting worse and slowing down your recovery.

"Your leg will heal in three months, as long as nothing goes wrong."