Vivienne’s POV
“I will try,” Alexander said.
His answer was vague, almost careless, as if returning or not returning made little difference to him.
I hesitated for a moment before asking, “What’s wrong with Miss Blackwood?”
It took more courage than I expected just to say her name.
Deep down, I already knew the answer did not matter. Once he walked out of this room, he would not come back.
It had already happened yesterday.
And now again today.
She called, and he left.
I did not understand why she always needed him.
But I understood one thing very clearly.
He always went.
Alexander turned to look at me, his brows drawing together slightly.
“You didn’t use to ask so many questions,” he said.
My face went pale.
The words were simple, but they struck deeper than they should ha
