Dear ex-Wife please be mine again

Chapter 66

Christiana’s POV

I woke up with a throbbing migraine, my head pounding as if someone was banging a hammer against my skull. I groaned, pressing my palms against my temples, cursing under my breath Why in the hell did I feel like this? My entire body felt exhausted, drained, and nauseous, like I’d been hit by a truck. I forced my eyes open, but the light streaming through the curtains only intensified the pain. God, how much did I drink last night?

And then it hit me..the celebration at the bar. 1 could vaguely remember the laughter, the clinking of glasses, and… When Alex showed up.

Wait. Alex?

1 froze, my pulse quickening, when I heard footsteps. Slowly, I urned my head toward the sound, my heart practically leaping into my throat. The bathroom door creaked open, and blinked, my mouth parting in utter horror as I saw him.

Alex… stepping out of the restroom, a towel casually tied around his waist, water droplets glistening on his bare, muscular

chest.

He had that infuriating smirk plastered on his face as he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his arms. “You’re up.”

I stared at him, completely losing my mind. This isn’t happening. This cannot be happening.

*Alex. I stammered, my voice shaky as I frantically pulled the duvet up to my chest. My mind was racing a mile a minute. “What what are you doing in my room?”

He raised an eyebrow, still smirking as if this was all some joke. “Relax. You look like you’ve been through all hell and back.” I couldn’t breathe. I glanced down at myself under the duvet, my hands trembling as I lifted the covers just enough to peek beneath them. My stomach twisted in knots. I was in nothing but my underwear. My heart nearly stopped.

“Oh my God” I gasped, the blood draining from my face. Alex..did we…?” I couldn’t even finish the question, the words choking in my throat.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “No. Nothing happened, Christiana. Calm down.

I didn’t calm down. “Then why are you here?” I demanded, still feeling like I was on the verge of a complete meltdown. “And why am I?”

“Because you were a drunken mess last night, Alex cut me off, his tone casual, almost teasing. He strolled across the room and sat on the edge of the bed. “You got smashed in front of your employees, cursed at me, and, well, I couldn’t just leave you like that. You were in no condition to be alone. So, I brought you back to your suite.

I could remember the celebration.

then?” I

vomit.” He pointed at my side of the bed, where the stained dress was tossed on the floor. “Don’t worry, I didn’t touch you. I just cleaned up the mess and,

like a tidal wave. I’d gotten drink in front of my stall. I’d cursed at Alex.

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in my hands. “Oh

tolerance next time, Alex said with

my fingers at him, and for a split second, I saw something in his eyes. A softness. A gentleness. Like he hadn’t minded taking care of me. Like he

look at me the

All I wanted was to celebrate the success of the exhibition, not. turn into a drunken fool in

against the pillows, looking far too comfortable for my liking. “You don’t have to

his face, “I think I will. Just to make sure you

TCHTet

was curse under my breath and flop back onto the bed, the

body as he leaned back against the pillows. His chest was broad, muscles firm and dehned. His arms looked stronger than I remembered; thick, toned, like they were meant for more

softened. If anything, it had become even more imposing, more attractive. No! I’ shook the thought from my head. This man, with all his

Back then, when we were still married, he used to walk around shirtless whenever he could. Especially when he wasn’t busy, he was always near me, casually lounging with nothing on but those low–slung jeans. But that was the

the door startled me from my thoughts. Alex glanced at me before getting up and heading towards it without a word. “It’s from the hotel,” he

and then returned with a tray. He set it down on the bedside table before giving me that infuriating

of steaming soup, a glass of water, and a small packet of pills, probably painkillers to soothe

as I looked at him. “You need to go, Alex. I’ll arrange for fresh clothes, and the dry cleaner can bring yours back later.” I sighed, rubbing my temples. T’m sorry for the mess I made, for putting you in this uncomfortable

firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You need to cat

to protest, but before I could say anything else, there was another knock on the door. I shifted uncomfortably under the duvet. “I’ll

said quickly, pushing the covers off me and standing up, determined to take control of something in this