ALEXANDER'S POV
I folded my arms and stared at Mirabelle, my face devoid of emotion, but inside, a storm brewed.
She stood in the middle of my penthouse, arms crossed too, her expression carefully composed, but I could see the nervousness creeping in. She wasn’t expecting this.
I leaned against the bar, my gaze never leaving hers. “Where were you last night? Please answer my question I'm sure you heard me.”
She blinked, feigning confusion. “What do you mean?”
“Don’t play dumb, Mirabelle.” My voice was cold and precise. “Where were you?”
She let out a light laugh, tossing her hair over her shoulder. “I was at home. Why are you suddenly questioning me?”
I didn’t react, didn’t give her the satisfaction of a response. Instead, I let the silence stretch between us.
Her hands trembled s
