Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO의 모든 챕터: 챕터 121 - 챕터 130

***Alexander's POV***Late that night, the black Porsche Cayenne rolled silently into the underground parking garage beneath the hotel where the Empire of Shadows production team was staying.James pulled the car to a smooth stop before turning slightly in his seat."Sir, we've arrived."I had been resting with my eyes closed throughout the drive. At his voice, I gave a quiet hum in response but remained where I was.A couple of minutes later, I slowly opened my eyes and reached into the inner pocket of my suit jacket for my phone. After unlocking the screen, I dialed a familiar number.The call was answered after only a few rings."Alexander?"Her sleepy voice carried a trace of surprise."I'm downstairs at your hotel," I said calmly.Ever since I had arranged for bodyguards to watch over Isabella, she had understood that pretending to have another episode would no longer bring me to her side. Realizing she could no longer manipulate the situation, she had behaved as though her condi

***Vivienne's POV***I stood rooted to the spot, my thoughts still tangled with the news report I had watched only moments ago."Didn't you go to the hospital?" I finally asked. "Why didn't you have your injuries treated while you were there?"Alexander looked at me quietly before replying, "Who told you I went to the hospital?""The news said both victims were taken there for treatment.""I wasn't one of them."Seeing that I remained motionless, he repeated in a calm voice, "Vivienne, come over here and help me."My eyes drifted over the wounds on his shoulder and arm. Besides the knife cuts, there were bruises scattered across his body, evidence of a violent struggle.For a brief moment, my heart wavered.No matter how much I wanted to stay indifferent, I could not completely suppress the concern rising inside me.After a long silence, I finally spoke."You should still go to the hospital. Those wounds need proper treatment."He lowered his eyes."There are too many people there."A

***Writer's POV***Delilah returned home and casually tossed her handbag onto the living room sofa.Miles Blackwood was nowhere to be seen. She did not need to guess where he was. He was probably entertaining another woman instead of coming home.A few moments later, Miles' secretary walked into the house carrying a thick file."Good evening, ma'am," he greeted politely."Miles isn't home," Delilah replied without much interest."I know. Mr. Blackwood asked me to leave this file in his study.""Oh."Delilah gave a distracted nod.The secretary headed upstairs.As he reached the staircase, Delilah suddenly called after him."What's in the file?"The question caught him off guard.Knowing Miles rarely involved himself in company affairs, she found it strange that an important document had been delivered to the house instead of the office.The secretary hesitated before discreetly moving the file behind his back."It's nothing important, ma'am. Just a routine document."Delilah narrowed

‎***Vivienne's POV Cont***‎‎"No...." I screamed. ‎‎I stood frozen, my eyes wide as I watched the scene unfold. Tears spilled uncontrollably from my eyes, streaming down my cheeks, mingling with the sharp sting of pain as they mixed with the blood.‎‎"Dad!"‎"I'm sorry"‎"It’s all my fault"‎‎Because of me, after my father’s death, he’s been insulted like this. I struggled violently on the ground, trying to stand.‎‎A man stepped on my back, pinning me down so I couldn’t move.‎‎Delilah looked on, savoring my despair, and sneered, "She’s yours now. You’d better ruin her. That filthy slut. I don’t believe Alexander will still want her after this"‎‎With that, she turned and walked away.‎‎The three men glared at me, their eyes scanning me hungrily. They flipped me over, groping my body as they roughly tore at my clothes.‎‎"This woman’s got a nice body, Big, too." One of the men smirked as he touched me inappropriately.‎‎"She’s Alexander’s woman, so it’s worth it" another o

***Vivienne's POV***‎‎I groggily opened my eyes, and the first thing I saw was a white ceiling. ‎‎Memories of what happened before I passed out rushed back to me in a flood, like a dream. I shut my eyes again and slowly raised my hand to touch my cheek, only to feel the roughness of bandages.‎‎"Vivienne, you're awake" I heared. ‎‎Hearing the voice, Alexander quickly walked to my bedside and sat down. ‎‎"How do you feel?" he asked. ‎‎There was a buzzing sound in my ears, and all I could see were his lips moving. I instinctively asked, "What did you say?" ‎‎As soon as I spoke, my throat felt dry, hoarse, and painfully raw.‎‎Alexander immediately brought over a glass of water, gently lifting my head to help me sip a few mouthfuls.‎‎"I asked, how do you feel now? Is there anywhere that hurts?" he placed the glass on the table, leaned in closer, and almost whispered in my ear.‎‎I turned my head to look at him, somewhat puzzled. "I'm fine, why are you leaning so close?"