All Chapters of Reborn: Leave Me Alone, Billionaire Ex: Chapter 131 - Chapter 140

Philip decided not to prolong the inevitable any longer. He steepled his fingers, settled a little straighter, and fixed Alexander with an intent parental gaze.“Alexander, there’s something I’d like to confirm with you. Hannah mentioned you wished to start over with Ophelia. Is that true?”Alexander’s posture stiffened. He looked, for a heartbeat, like a child caught out in the snow, face tinged with embarrassment—and hope. He met Philip’s eyes, gave a shallow but respectful bow of his head.“It is, sir. I mean to court Ophelia again, properly.” His voice was controlled, but there was a quiver underneath; he reached deep for steadiness. “In the past, I made unforgivable mistakes. I—I was blind to my own feelings and drove her away. Only recently did I understand how deeply I love her.”Alexander licked his lips, knuckles whitening as his grip tightened on his knee. He pressed on, earnest: “I do love her, Mr. Harvey. More than I can possibly express. If she would allow it… I hope for a

Ophelia's footsteps echoed softly along the marble corridor. She pressed the carved glass door open, stepping into the fragrance room—a sanctuary perfumed by citrus peel, dried petals, and rare resins. It became her refuge when the world outside became unbearable, and the tension in the air tonight was suffocating. She moved mechanically, reaching for vials and herbs, trying to lose herself in the familiar solace of her craft.Through the latticework window, she spotted Alexander standing alone in the courtyard, his silhouette rigid beneath the bruised sky. He made no move to join the others inside, and Ophelia’s mouth twisted in a soundless sneer. The air hung heavy, pregnant with rain; she recognized that static pressure all too well.She poured bergamot oil into a glass flask and murmured to herself, “If only the rain would pour harder—maybe it could wash away more than just the dust.”The first drops pattered against the flagstones, darkening Alexander’s shoulders. Still, he did no

Wren’s back hit rough bark, scraping painfully through the thin fabric of her blouse. Her mind, already scattered by confusion and hurt, took a few extra heartbeats to even register the pressure of Alexander’s hand at her throat. She stared up at him, her large eyes quivering in the darkness of the Harvey estate’s secluded garden.He wasn’t even looking at her directly—his expression was rigid mask of contempt and silent rage. Rain pelted down, plastering his hair to his forehead and soaking them both, but the storm in Alexander’s eyes was even more turbulent than the weather.“What did I ever do to you?” Wren gasped out, clawing at his wrist. “Why are you—let go, I can’t breathe!”She didn’t understand. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. She did everything right, stayed out of his way, tried to be polite. What had changed? Why did he hate her so suddenly and so savagely?But Alexander only squeezed harder, his hand shaking with the effort of restraint. When his voice emerged, it was

Rain soaked the garden, darkening the flagstones and running in rivulets down the old stone steps behind the Harvey family’s ancestral house. Alexander stood motionless in the downpour, water matting his hair and staining the shoulders of his thin shirt. He looked almost carved from marble—gaunt, exhausted, oblivious to the cold that seeped deep into his bones.Robert watched from a distance, torn between duty and worry. Alexander had given him a clear order: deliver a message, then return. But Robert hesitated on the edge of the patio, glancing anxiously at the shivering silhouette. After a moment, he approached, voice muted by the steady drumming of rain. “Young master, please—let’s get you inside. Your heart—”Alexander didn’t turn. “Go. Do as I said.”Robert’s mouth pressed into a worried line. “Promise me you’ll come in soon.”There was only silence.Robert bowed, retreating into the warmth of the house, but his mind raced. He wouldn’t let Alexander’s stubbornness end in another c

Alexander listened to Robert’s report and immediately grew suspicious. Robert had only arranged for one trusted media outlet to release Wren’s abortion news, yet another powerful outlet had published the exact same information, complete with hospital records. Alexander’s mouth pressed into a thin line as he set his glass down.“You’re positive you didn’t leak the documents to anyone else?” he asked, voice icy.Robert stood with perfect posture, not daring to meet Alexander’s gaze directly. “Positive, sir. As you ordered, I hand-delivered the files to the *Herald*’s editor. Their exclusive was planned for tomorrow morning. The *Chronicle* published the identical report an hour ago. I can’t explain how they obtained the records.”Alexander felt a heavy coldness settle over him. He strode to the floor-to-ceiling windows, knuckles white against the polished wood frame. In his past life, he remembered too well how information of this caliber did not simply “find its way” into the public dom