Chapter 7
Alexandra Morris thought Oakley Morris, who was known for his cool demeanor and high status, would turn her down. She had already prepared several
excuses in her mind.
But before she could speak, Oakley smoothly turned the steering wheel and changed directions.
“There’s a university nearby with some fantastic street food. Let me take you there,” he suggested softly, his face calm and patient.
This only deepened Alexandra’s suspicions.
They found themselves at a street-side barbecue stand, sipping on iced tea and watching students bustle by. Despite the lively surroundings, Alexandra couldn’t quiet her thoughts.
Oakley, typically seen as unapproachable and a young powerhouse in the business realm, was now sitting with her at a humble street vendor’s stall. The whole situation felt unreal.
However, the delicious food soon managed to distract her from her concerns.
After they were done eating, Oakley drove Alexandra home. He waited until she was safely inside and saw the lights in her room flick on before driving away.
As she gazed at the stuffed animals scattered around the living room, her heart sank. She stooped to gather them up into a large box and dumped them outside.
Just as she tossed the box into the trash, she turned to find Kayce Campbell standing there.
His face was unshaven, his eyes bloodshot, and he exuded a sense of deep sorrow.
Instinctively, Alexandra frowned and stepped back, repelled by his presence and wanting nothing to do with him.
But Kayce seemed determined, reaching out to grab her arm.
“Wait, Alex,” he pleaded, looking at her with an expression full of yearning.
“Alex, you’re the one I love the most, I promise you that!”
“My thing with Chelsea was nothing; my heart is with you!”
“Couldn’t you give me another chance? Let’s get remarried, let me take care of you.”
He tried to move closer to embrace her, but Alexandra took a step back. He persisted, inching nearer.
‘Alex, don’t turn away from me. We can’t just end three years like this!”
“I’m begging you, just one more chance. I’ll do whatever it takes to earn your forgiveness.”
His voice cracked, teetering on the edge of tears.
Alexandra looked at him with a composed expression, her emotions untouched.
Then a playful idea flitted through her mind.
She raised an eyebrow and said softly, “Anything I ask of you?”
Without hesitation, Kayce replied eagerly, “Yes, as long as you forgive me, I’ll do anything for you.”
He held her with a hopeful grin on his face.
In the next moment, a stronger force pulled Alexandra away.
She looked up, puzzled, into a familiar face and asked in surprise, “Why did you come back?”
Oakley cleared his throat, ignoring her question, and fixed a stern glare on Kayce.
“Kayce Campbell, you’ve already divorced Alexandra. Keep bothering her, and I’ll make sure your escapades with Chelsea go public.”
For Kayce, reputation was everything, making this threat particularly daunting.
His expression changed, but he still sent a hopeful look toward Alexandra.
‘Alex…”
“I don’t care about anything anymore, as long as you’ll forgive me!”
After he spoke, Alexandra instinctively glanced at Oakley, whose expression was icy and clearly displeased.
