Vivienne's POV Cont
When I stepped into the living room, Alexander lifted his head from the sofa and looked at me as if he had been waiting.
“You’re back,” he said, his tone calm, almost casual, as though nothing had happened earlier.
The ease in his voice stirred something sharp inside me.
I did not respond.
Without sparing him a glance, I walked past him and headed toward the stairs. My steps were steady, but each one felt heavier than the last.
I could feel his gaze on my back.
Even without turning around, I knew he was watching me.
I refused to look back.
By the time I reached the corner and disappeared from his sight, my composure was already beginning to c***k beneath the weight of everything I had been holding in.
The images from dinner replayed relentlessly in my mind. Ev
