Chapter 8
Alexandra cast a teasing look at Kayce and said, “What if I asked you to completely end things with Chelsea?”
Kayce froze at her words, hesitating awkwardly before responding, “Well… Chelsea is just a friend. I promise, I won’t cross any lines again.” He raised his hand as if taking an oath.
Alexandra let out a sarcastic laugh and shook her head. Seeing her response, Kayce grew anxious. After a moment of furrowing his brow, he seemed to reach a decision. “Fine! I promise you! I’ll cut off all contact with Chelsea from now on. Will you forgive me now?” He opened his arms, expecting her to forgive him and fall into his embrace.
Achieving what she set out to do, Alexandra laughed behind her hand. Oakley, observing the exchange, glanced at her, his expression unreadable. As evening set in and a chilly breeze swept through, Alexandra decided to drop the facade and spoke directly, “Kayce, you really are something else!”
“Being involved with you was such a mistake!”
“When you were with me, you were sneaking around with Chelsea. That was unfair to both of us!”
“Now that the truth is out, you’re ready to cut her loose just to win me back. This only proves you’re fundamentally untrustworthy!” “A guy like you? I could never forgive you!”
With that, she turned away, leaving Kayce stunned. Oakley appeared beside her, matching her pace, and remarked awkwardly, “I thought… you might actually forgive him.”
Her reply was quick and firm. “No way! This isn’t something that happens once and then never again. Forgiveness is divine!”
In the dim evening light, she thought she caught Oakley suppressing a laugh. When she blinked to look closer, he was simply coughing discreetly into his fist.
“Anyway,” he continued, “you still haven’t told me why you came back so suddenly. I thought you had already gone home.”
She searched his expression for clues as he replied softly, “I was heading home, but then I saw Kayce hanging around your building and felt uneasy about leaving you alone.”
Observing his profile, she wondered if it was just her imagination, but his cheeks appeared flushed. By the time she checked again, he had already faded into the shadows.
“Alright, I’ll see you home before I leave this time,” he said, ensuring she safely entered her apartment before turning away.
Once inside with the door closed, Alexandra touched her chin, eyes widening as realization dawned. “Could he possibly like me?” “No, no, no!” she quickly rejected the idea.
Could the heir of the prestigious Morris family really be interested in a divorcée like her? Even as she freshened up and settled into bed, the thought lingered. Why would someone as affluent and charming as Oakley go out of his way to help her so often?
Even if the incident at the gala was merely a coincidence, was taking her out to dinner the same? The questions circled in her mind as she drifted to sleep.
