Chapter 153
It was a weekday, in the middle of the day, and Alexander was home. Knocking on
her door to ask if she was hungry.
Natalie thought he was being ridiculous.
“Not hungry,” she replied coldly, moving to shut the door.
Alexander blocked it with his hand. Natalie looked up at him.
“I’m hungry,” he said, a slight curve to his lips.
“What does your hunger have to do with me p>
She tried to close the door again, but he held it firm, even stepping one foot inside. “I’ve developed hypoglycemia. I can’t go hungry, or I’ll get dizzy and faint. Aaron Lee is busy at the office, The Apex Residences is too far, and The Ramirez Estate is even farther. You’re the only one I can turn to p>
“Hypoglycemia?” Natalie scoffed, looking at him with disbelief.
“You don’t believe me? Fine. You can take me to the hospital when I collapse in a few minutes p>
Alexander dropped his hand, giving her an opening.
“Then I’ll wait for you to collapse,” she said, slamming the door shut.
She turned and took a few steps away, then pulled up the security feed on her phone. Alexander hadn’t left. He was leaning against the opposite wall, arms crossed, and as if sensing her gaze, he offered a small smile.
Annoyed, Natalie closed the video feed.
Whether he was telling the truth or not, it had nothing to do with her.
She repeated this to herself as she returned to the sofa and tried to focus on the files on her tablet. Her eyes scanned every word, but nothing registered. She had to start over.
After several failed attempts, Natalie tossed the tablet onto the sofa in frustration and marched back to the door.
She paused for a moment before pulling it open.
Alexander was still leaning against the wall, looking perfectly relaxed.
“I don’t have time to cook for you. The best I can do is order takeout,” Natalie said, turning back inside without closing the door.
Alexander followed her in. “You know how picky I am. I can’t stand the taste of most delivery food. If it’s not good, I won’t eat it, and I’ll still end up fainting p>
Natalie was speechless for a moment before asking, “What do you want to eat p>
Behaving as if he were in his own home, Alexander walked to the sofa, sat where she had been sitting, and casually grabbed a throw pillow. With a smile in his eyes, he said, “I’ll eat anything you make p>
Natalie took a deep, steadying breath. Just one more week until the divorce was final. Then, she would be completely free of him. If he tried any more stunts after that, she’d throw him out herself.
Alexander rested his head on his
hand, which was propped up on the back of the sofa, the pillow stilkin his lap Don’t even think about it be said, as if reading her mind.
Natalie gritted her teeth. “Just wait p>
She pulled out the fresh ingredients she’d bought the day before. Knowing Alexander preferred lighter flavors, she decided what to make and got to work.
The kitchen was completely open-plan, and Alexander watched her move about, a wave of nostalgia washing over him as he recalled the times they used to share. Suddenly, he stood up and walked toward her.
Natalie was focused on slicing
fo
tomatoes, her head bowed. A strand of hair slipped forward, getting in her way. With her hands occupied, she could only toss her head back flick it away, planning to find a hair tie once she was done.
Just as she had that thought, she felt her hair being gathered from behind His warm fingertips.combed: through her hair like a brush, sending a shiver through her with every touch.
“Let me help,” Alexander said softly, gently smoothing her hair. He was a bit clumsy, and a loose strand fell beside her ear.
With surprising patience, he reached for the stray piece, his fingers accidentally brushing against her cheek.
Natalie froze, a blush spreading across her ear and down her face.
“I can do it myself,” she said, trying to suppress her racing heart as she started to turn.
“Don’t move. I’m almost done p>
Alexander insisted. Spotting a hair clip on the island behind her, he picked it up and fastened her hair in place.
“There,” he murmured.
Natalie kept her back to him and simply nodded, resuming her work.
Soon, she had prepared three dishes and set them on the dining table.
“It’s ready,” she said to Alexander.
He had been looking through the auction files on her tablet. Hearing her voice, he walked over.
His eyes fell on the dishes—all his favorites. They smelled almost exactly as she used to make them.
Without a word, Alexander sat down and began to eat, one bite after another, as if he had truly been starving. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on.net
“There’s soup, too,” Natalie said, turning to get it.
After a satisfying meal, Alexander finally felt content and spoke up.
“Aren’t you worried something will go wrong, taking on this auction for Prestige Properties Group p>