Semua Bab Billionaire’s Virgin Ex-Wife: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Rex’s white, fluffy figure darted around the parking lot, barking loudly. A couple and their young child, passing by on their way to a nearby office building, were startled. The little girl jumped in fright and burst into tears.“What’s wrong with you people?” the woman snapped, pulling her child protectively behind her. Her glare was aimed squarely at Alexander, who was standing closest to Rex. “Walking a dog without a leash? What if it bit my child? Do you even know how deadly rabies is? Be a little responsible!”Her husband, noticing the million-dollar luxury car parked nearby and Alexander’s composed demeanor, quickly pulled at her arm. “Don’t say another word.”The woman turned to him, still fuming. “What does his money have to do with anything? Just because someone’s rich doesn’t mean they’re above basic decency. Walking a dog without a leash is like letting the dog walk you!”Alexander frowned slightly, his patience thinning. “It’s not my dog,” he replied curtly.But as if to be

Back in the reception room, Alexander leaned against the couch, raising a hand to rub his temple. The night had been taxing. The local business leaders, though well-meaning, had presented an endless stream of outdated ideas, their enthusiasm dimmed by decades of stagnation. Their desire to uplift Bronx County was admirable, but the conversation had been circular, leaving him feeling drained.Jonathan, noticing the faint crease in Alexander’s brow, stepped forward. “Sir, would you like me to have them prepare some sober-up soup for you?”Alexander loosened his tie, unbuttoning the top button of his crisp white shirt. The alcohol from the evening lingered faintly on his breath, and he exhaled, his usually sharp gaze slightly dulled by fatigue. “No need,” he said tersely, waving off the suggestion. “I’ll go out for a walk. The air here is fresher than in the city.”Jonathan hesitated before nodding. “The air quality is certainly one of Bronx County’s selling points. Maybe that’s why the

The atmosphere carried a faint ambiguity as Ava gripped her paintbrush, warmth slowly creeping up her body. The night had softened into a serene stillness, yet the air between them felt charged, as if unspoken words hung heavier than the strokes on her canvas.Behind her, Ava heard faint footsteps. A wave of heat followed close, and her body instinctively stiffened. She didn’t dare turn her head, but her breath hitched when she felt Alexander brush past her, his presence impossible to ignore.He leaned slightly forward, reaching for another paintbrush. In that fleeting moment, his chest lightly grazed her back—a touch so brief it could have been accidental. Yet the warmth of it lingered, seeping through their clothes like a whisper of fire against her skin.Ava froze, the paintbrush trembling faintly in her hand. She watched from the corner of her eye as Alexander dipped the brush into her carefully mixed palette and, with surprising ease, added a few deliberate strokes to her painting

Alexander only glanced at the thug, his expression unreadable, before twisting the man's wrist with calculated ease and tossing him aside like a discarded toy. The thug staggered, clutching his arm and groaning in pain as security personnel arrived and swiftly dragged him away.Ava, who had been holding back her rising frustration, released Tania’s wrist. Tania, clearly enraged, opened her mouth to lash out, but the sight of the approaching security made her begrudgingly hold her tongue. Gritting her teeth, she spat out, "Just you wait! I’ll deal with you later!"Ava, however, ignored her entirely. Instead, she turned toward Alexander and said calmly, "Mr. Vanderbilt, thank you."Alexander glanced at her briefly, his expression still indifferent. Taking the disinfectant wipes Jonathan handed him, he meticulously wiped his hands before turning on his heel and walking away, his long, confident strides leaving no room for further interaction.Ava sighed, intending to go find her uncle Ma

The room was minimalist but elegantly furnished, its modern design subtly softened by warm lighting. A rectangular table stood near the center, laden with an open laptop and a neat stack of documents. The air inside carried a faint scent of polished wood, blending seamlessly with the faint aroma of the food Jonathan had just delivered.Alexander, seated by the table, exuded an air of meticulous focus. His broad shoulders framed the posture of a man who bore both authority and responsibility. Even while traveling to a seemingly remote location, he carried the weight of work with him. The pen in his hand moved swiftly across the paper as he reviewed and signed documents with practiced precision.Ava sat farther away, instinctively keeping her distance. She chose a simple wooden chair by the corner, avoiding the table where Alexander worked. Her gaze lingered on his silhouette, backlit by the faint golden glow filtering through the window. The play of light created soft contrasts, outlini