All Chapters of Sold To The Possessive Billionaire In A Suit : Chapter 211 - Chapter 220

Alexander’s POVSpeechless, I stare at her for a moment. My knuckles crack as I fist them. My nostrils flare with every shaky breath I take, my anger seething beneath the surface of my skin. But I love her. I love her so much. “Where are those morning-after pills?” I question, bluntly.She lifts her eyes to me. Her lips start to quiver. But I drag in another painful breath, and quickly avert my gaze, so that the sight of her crying doesn’t make me waver.“I bought four of them. You’ve only taken two,” I utter, strolling toward the vanity, where most of her things are.“Alexander, I don’t want to take it,” she sobs behind me. I drop my phone, burrowing my trembling fingers through makeup products, skincare products, jewelry pieces. “Where are they?”“Alexander, I’m sorry… Please…”Her soft plea shoves a knife through my heart, crushing it. My eyes water, but I keep searching. I open the first drawer, the second, the third, biting down hard on my lip to keep from swearing. “It makes m

Alexander’s POVDoctor Drew’s brows flick up, one after the other, her kind face softening further with a nod. She glances at my wife, then stops her gaze on me, smiling. “Sir, can we… slow down a little? She’ll take the test shortly. Can you just let me know why you’re here today?”“Birth control,” I answer, touching my forehead slightly. But my eyes fall on Sophia’s hands. They tremble in her lap. Silence falls around me. I look at the doctor, look at my wife, and stop.“I’m sorry,” her control cracks; she drops her head, her small hand going over her eyes as she cries.My heart drops. “I can give you two a minute,” the gynecologist says, already easing out of her seat.I pay her no mind and turn fully to my wife, taking her hand. “Sophia?”She gently pulls her hand from my hold and pats her eyes with both hands. A door shuts behind me, making me aware that we’re alone once more.With a deep breath, I try again and take her right hand, pulling it from her face. She doesn’t fight ba

Alexander’s POV“Soph?” I grab her wrist just in time before she goes out the door, and in one swift movement, pull her toward me. Her body slams against my chest. Before she can think of escaping, my arms wrap around her firmly, keeping her glued to me.“Let go of me.” She cries, thrashing, using her hands to push against my arms.“I’m not,” I mutter with desperation, squeezing her even tighter. My chin drops on her head. I bury my face in her hair, dragging in the rosy scent of her shampoo. My heart races at a speed so reckless that it could burst out of my chest if she were to leave me here. “I’m sorry.” The words pour out of me.“Let go of me…” Her voice is frail as she sobs. Her body—tender and warm—trembles with every sniffle she takes. Still she pushes to be away from me.“I’m so sorry…” I press kisses on her head as her movements allow me. When she won’t stop pushing me, I lift her off the ground.“Put me down.”“I’ll give you two a minute… Take your time.” Doctor Drew’s voice

Alexander’s POVMy head is pulsing, my eyes burning from being awake for almost thirty-six hours. It’s been more than ten hours since I last saw and heard from my wife. I’m curled into a ball on her side of the bed, inhaling her scent on her pillow and consuming a deluge of information on PCOS. I’ve been here all day. What I’m reading cleaves my mind in half, one half stuffed with worry and fear, the other half thinking up solutions and ways to show her she can lean on me.‘I want to clear my head.’ Her voice sifts through the jumble in my mind, driving more pain into my chest. My eyes burn when I blink, yet I scroll on my tablet and keep reading, learning, anxiously hoping with all my heart that it’s only a false alarm.Everything that happened from when I woke her up from sleep until she said those words to me cycles in my head, showing me how rude, unkind, thoughtless, inconsiderate, and terrifying I was to her. The image of me losing it and searching for those morning-after pills

Alexander’s POV“Alexander?” My wife calls, stopping me just before I step down from the platform raising the bed. I turn over my shoulder, staring at her pale face. She blinks sluggishly and puts her hand out. “Where are you going?” Her voice cracks.“To see who’s at the door,” I answer, clenching my jaw as I bend over to take her hand. Images of that Briton stealing glances at her breasts at the Thorne Foundation 50th anniversary party and touching her every chance he got play in my head. After bundling him back to his motherland, he must not have learned his lesson.After a kiss on her hand, I rise and step down from the platform, cracking my knuckles as I move.“Alexander, wait,” Soph calls softly.“I’ll be right back, my love,” I say and walk past Barbara. “Barbara, please stay with her.”“And where are you going, looking so upset? Who is he?”“Barbara?” I hear my wife croak.Barbara gets off my back. My strides are fast. In no time, I disappear into the living room, my wife’s