Revenge on My Heartless Husband and Daughter (Tiffany) novel Chapter 211

Chapter 211

Then, anger sparked in my chest. Why hadn’t Alexander told me about this before now? We had just spent a whole dinner in silence? Now, he wanted to reveal what he knew as a form of game.

I was about to scold him for keeping secrets, but ultimately thought better of it. He still had information that I really needed to hear

“What do you get if you win?” I asked suspiciously and crossed my

arms.

There was another knock on Alexander’s door. This one sounded more impatient than the first, but we both ignored it.

“I get to walk you back to your room,” he said, his gaze shooting down to my lips. “It’s as simple as that.”

Agreeing to the bet was a no–brainer. I needed to find out what else Alexander knew about Kelly and her mysterious family. The terms were simple: If Ethan was at the door, Alexander won. If it was anyone else, I won.

He took my hand again and walked me to the door. I leaned up on my toes to look through the peephole that Alexander had been watching me through earlier.

My stomach rolled with nerves as I looked through. I really needed to win this bet in order to advance in Ava and I’s investigation. As soon as I saw the man standing outside the door, my heart leaped with excitement.

I spun around and stuck–my tongue out at Alexander. “I won. gloated. “It’s not my ex. Just a hotel attendant.”

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Instead of being a sore loser, Alexander beamed at me and opened the door

The waiter stood in the hallway, holding out an expensive–looking bottle of red wine. “Good evening. Mr. Green,” he said. “Your friend had asked me to bring you a bottle of our finest wine.”

“Thank you.” Alexander replied and took the wine.

I pursed my lips. That was unlikely. Why would they order their boss a bottle of wine at nine at night? But then I thought about how I was in my bosses room at night, having just shared a meal with him, so I let the subject drop.

Alexander grinned and gently bumped my shoulder with his, causing my mouth to dry. “With a feisty lady like you around, I’m not scared of anything,” he joked.

“But. I’m scared.” I blurted out before I could think about what I was saying.

There was genuine fear in my voice, and I was terrified that Alexander would hear it and realize how much I really cared about him.

Alexander’s expression softened, and he put his arm around me and pulled me close. “It’s sweet how much you’re worried about me,” he murmured.

His gentle voice made my pulse quicken, and a hot blush spread across my cheeks.

He noticed and leaned close to study my face. “Chloe, are you alright? Do you have a fever?” He put the back of his hand against my forehead.

His woodsy, masculine scent surrounded me, making my head spin. His lips were so close to mine, and my body was begging for me to lean forward and press my mouth against his. Before I met Alexander, I prided myself as a person who had a lot of self–control. But now that I was faced with his proximity when he was showing such concern for me, my morals were about to go down the drain.

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