Watch Me Win Alpha (Olivia and Ethan) novel Chapter 53

Chapter 53

Followed by the memory of him looking at me in plane, longingly. I just couldn’t help with those memories returning.

Unfortunately, Alexandernoticed.

He looked down at me with an unreadable expression. “Something on your mind?”

“Nope,” I said way too fast. “Just… spacing out.””

“Mhm,” he muttered, clearly not convinced. His lips curled slightly, but he turned his gaze away.

When we reached the top floor, I expected him to take me

straight to dinner. But no, he pushed me into the living room of

his penthouse, which looked like something out of a luxury

magazine–clean lines, dark wood, and minimal furniture.

“Dinner’s still a few minutes away,” Alexander said. “Thought

we could get something done first.”

“What?” I asked, instinctively, but corrected my rudeness right

away. “I mean, what are we supposed to do?”

He didn’t answer. Just pushed me toward a room. The den.

And then… he closed the door behind us. Why did he close the

door like that? I hoped his intentions are not what I think they

are.

I swallowed. “Um… why’d you close the door?”

He raised a brow. “Because it’s a den, Olivia. Not a public waiting

lounge.”

Right. Totally normal.

He wheeled me up to a desk–his desk, apparently–and pulled

out a stack of neatly arranged papers.

“Gai is gone for a while,” he said, placing them in front of me.

“These are some simple contract adjustments. Tell me if this is

too hard.”

So, Gai was gone and I would serve as his replacement for now.

“Oh, this is what you meant earlier!” I muttered to myself but

forgot that werewolves can hear sharper. Alexander must have

heard it.

He tilted his head. “What did you say?”

“Nothing! I just said something about my mobility” I waved

vaguely. “You know, just some issues with certain

movements…. That’s all. Haha.”

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“Hmm, I think you can manage well,” he narrowed his eyes. “If

that’s what you actually said.”

“Surely!” I said while looking down.

But I noticed Alexader from the corner of my eyes. He didn’t

laugh. But he also didn’t deny the smile tugging at the corner of

his mouth.

I didn’t wait any further and pulled the papers closer.

For the next twenty minutes, we worked. Sometimes I would

look at Alexander partially. He sat five feet away from me

typing away on his laptop, legs crossed, expression composed

to the table. “Sit. Eat before he starts narrating the chicken’s life

story.”

Mike pulled out a chair and set the dishes like he was hosting a

royal dinner. There were grilled vegetables, seasoned rice, some

chicken glazed with something mouth–watering, and the special

soup for me that made me salivate just from the aroma.

“Careful, Miss Olivia,” Mike warned. “Everything’s got flavor

today. Your taste buds might throw a party.”

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“Amazing,” I murmured after the first bite. “Mike… this is

amazing.”

His eyes lit up. “Right?! I told you! Alpha, did you hear that? She

said it’s amazing!”

“I heard,” Alexander said mildly, sipping his soup.

“Eat more, Olivia,” Mike encouraged. “You look like you’ve barely had a meal all week. That hospital food is practically

punishment.”

“I will.” I said while scooping another spoon of the soup.

It just took me a moment to realize that I had already ate a lot. I

didn’t think I overate like this in a long time.

“I am so happy, Olivia, that you finished all the soup,” Mike

laughed.

I blinked. “Wait… what? All of it?”