New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 203 Let Her Go?

Claire's eyes widened slightly, but she quickly masked her surprise. "Excuse me?" she said, her tone colder than before.

"Lisa," Alex repeated, his eyes searching hers. "Why did you let her go?"

Claire exhaled slowly, regaining her composure. "That is a personal matter, Alex," she said, her voice firm. "I don't see how it's relevant to this discussion."

"It is relevant to me," Alex countered, his voice tinged with frustration. "You know what she did. You had every reason to keep her locked up."

Claire's gaze hardened. "I did what I thought was best," she replied, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Alex wasn't satisfied with that answer. He leaned forward, his frustration growing. "She hurt you, Claire. Physically. She deserves to be in jail, not walking free. How can you just let that go?"

Claire's patience was wearing thin. "She would've lasted a month at most, maybe just a few days. It wasn't worth it," she said dismissively.

Alex frowned, her answer striking him as odd. He opened his mouth to question her further, but before he could, Claire cut him off with a sharp tone. "Why did you visit Lisa, Alex? Were you planning to free her in the first place?" The question caught Alex off guard. He hesitated, wondering how she had found out. "How did you-"

"The police gave a description, Alex," Claire interrupted, her eyes locking onto his. "It wasn't hard to put two and two together. So, tell me, why were you there?"

Alex hesitated, torn between telling her the truth and deflecting. But the words tumbled out before he could stop them. "I was interrogating her. I wanted to know why she hurt you."

Claire's expression remained unreadable, though her eyes narrowed slightly as she absorbed his words.

I wanted to ask her why she attempted suicide in your building," Alex continued, his voice softer

her composure. She leaned back in her

his features. "She

the room, heavy with tension. Claire tapped her fingers on her arm, deep in thought. Finally,

he didn't answer. Claire rolled her eyes, already guessing his response. "Of course," she muttered, the sarcasm in her tone

and returning her attention to her laptop. She began

in concentration. Back when they were married, he'd never paid attention to these little details, but now, they fascinated him. There was something about the way she bit her lip when she was deep in

warm glow over Claire, and highlighting her features. With her glasses on, her hair pulled back into a half bun, and the natural light enhancing her beauty, Alex realized just how stunning she was. He couldn't

gaze, Claire shifted uncomfortably in her seat. Without looking up, she said

awkwardly, snapping out of his trance. He stood up, trying to regain his composure. "Thank you for informing me about your plan," he

not bothering to look up from her

at her. "What about your

faint mark. "It's fine," she said, her voice tight. She didn't want to talk about it, not with

sensing her discomfort. "Take care of yourself, Claire," he

Claire let out a deep breath, her shoulders sagging with the weight of

door closed

out a

to be a straightforward discussion about the robot Alex had requested

leaving with the weight

let alone the fact that he knew Claire had freed her. She had been careful not to share her plans with him mainly because she didn't trust him, especially when Claire found out that Alex visited Lisa. However, his answer is not what Claire expects. The fact that Alex was there to confront Lisa about her wrongdoings is the last thing that crossed her

had been so different-sweet, caring, and not at all the cold, distant man she remembered. It was unsettling, to say