Ruby’s POV
Thursday morning arrived without the typical screaming headlines or frantic calls from the Ray family legal team. In fact, the penthouse was eerily, beautifully quiet.
I walked into the kitchen, stretching my arms over my head, my loose ginger curls tumbling over the shoulders of an oversized gray silk button-down. I expected the usual sight: Alexander buried in three different laptops, his blonde hair slicked back, looking like a corporate machine.
Instead, he was leaning against the marble island, casually scrolling through his phone. He had dropped the stiff billionaire uniform completely. He wore a heavy, charcoal-grey cashmere sweater with the sleeves pushed up to his forearms, exposing the sharp lines of his wrists, paired with dark, relaxed jeans.
When he heard m
