Alexander's POV
I stood on the terrace outside the bedroom, smoking.
My apartment was located in a high-rise building in the city, and the autumn night breeze cooled my heated body caused by anger.
The smoke swirled before my eyes, obscuring my vision.
I impatiently waved my hand to disperse the smoke and stubbed out the cigarette.
This woman was simply ridiculous. She had chosen a despicable path for herself, forsaking love, yet she always wore a sorrowful expression as if reminiscing about something precious.
Being a mistress without the determination to please her sugar daddy, she dared to shamelessly disrupt the engagement banquet.
I thought back to the furrowed brows of Amanda Ivanka and her mother when we returned to the venue, as well as the awkwardness and guilt in my parent
