Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 65

Alexander POV.

Christiana was a mess. A beautiful, intoxicating mess. The way she swayed on her feet, eyes half–lidded with exhaustion and alcohol, it was clear she was nearing her limit. I watched from across the room, half–amused, half–concerned. She raised her glass again, but before it could reach her lips, her knees buckled.

Without thinking, I was there, catching her before she hit the floor. Her body was light in my arms, and I could smell the faint traces of perfume mixed with the alcohol on her breath. She mumbled something incoherent as I lifted her, but the tone was unmistakably drunk.

“I’m fine,” she slurred, trying to wave me off, but I held on tighter, ignoring her weak protests.

“Sure you are.” I muttered, carrying her towards the entrance. Her driver was already waiting outside, leaning against the car, oblivious to what had just transpired inside the bar.

For a second, I thought about simply handing her over to him, letting him take her back to her hotel. It was the easy choice. The rational one. But then again, this was Christiana, and trusting anyone else with her in this state wasn’t an option. Not

anymore

“Open the door.” I barked at the driver as I approached. The man, who already knew me too well, nodded without question, opening the back door for me.

I laid her carefully in the back seat, her head resting against the window. She murmured something as I moved to pull away. her fingers brushing against my sleeve.

“You smell so good,” she muttered, barely audible, her words slurred and sleepy.

That hit me in a way I wasn’t prepared for. I paused, the tiniest smile tugging at my lips. For a moment, just a brief, fleeting second, it felt like old times–before the divorce, before everything went sideways. It was soft, sweet, and soothing. A glimpse of her real feelings breaking through the alcohol haze.

My heart tightened. Was that how she truly felt? Underneath all the resentment and anger, did she still see the man I once was? I shook the thought away. This was the alcohol talking, not Christiana.

I slid into the backseat beside her, letting her head fall against my shoulder. The warmth of her cheek on my skin stirred something in me I hadn’t felt in a long time. Her breathing became even, and I glanced down to see her fast asleep.

The driver pulled away from the curb, glancing at us through the rearview mirror but saying nothing. He knew better than to ask questions.

The drive to the hotel was quiet. The city lights blurred outside, but all I could focus on was the weight of Christiana against me. I knew it wasn’t going to change anything between us–hell, she’d probably cuss me out in the morning–but for now, in this quiet moment, it felt like we were back in sync.

We pulled up to the hotel, and I stepped out of the car, scooping Christiana into my arms. She shifted slightly, murmuring under her breath again, but she didn’t wake.

forward, their faces tense when they saw her in my arms. They blocked my path, staring at her unconscious form. “Sir, what

drunk. I said calmly, shifting her weight in my arms. “I’m just getting

aside. They knew me. They knew our history, and they knew better than to challenge

suite was a bit dark, the quiet hum of the

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The nanny had probably

the bedside

of hair from her face. For all the fire and venom she directed my way during the day,

even though I knew this wouldn’t last Tomorrow, she’d be back to the sharp–tongued Christiana I knew. But

before heading out of the room. Tomorrow would

when I heard movement behind me. I stopped in my tracks, turning to see Christiana stirring. She pushed herself up, her face pale, eyes

asked, stepping

wobbling on her feet. Something wasn’t right. I moved towards her, extending a hand. “Hey,

get another

floor, splashing in every direction. The smell of undigested food and stale alcohol hit me like a freight train. Then, with horrifying precision, it

cursed under my breath, recoiling from the nauseating stench that filled the room. Christiana hadn’t just vomited- she’d exploded. I could feel it seeping into my clothes, sticking to my

away from the mess she’d created. She was already half–asleep

course, this would happen. Of course, Christiana would be this disastrous after one too many drinks. She had never been able to handle

muttered to myself, peeling off my soiled jacket and

even make it back to bed. I sighed heavily. I couldn’t

made me gag again, but I gritted my teeth and pressed on, scrubbing until the

matter how hard I scrubbed. My shirt was a lost

the floor. I shook my head. She’d

to her bathroom, turning on the shower. The hot water blasted against my skin, and I stood there, letting it wash

Christiana

vomited on me,

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