New beginning: Billionaire love story

Chapter 228 It’s Confusing

Alex made his way to Lisa's room, his steps slower than usual as he replayed the events in his mind. After asking the nurse for directions, he finally found himself standing outside her door. With a deep breath, he stepped inside, taking in the sight of Lisa lying on the bed, His hands were shoved deep into his pockets, his brow furrowed as he stood at the foot of her bed.

still unconscious. The room was quiet, the soft beeping of the machines the only sound breaking the silence.

Could it be true that Lisa was behind this? he wondered.

The question gnawing at the back of his mind. There was something about the whole situation that didn't sit right with him.

Before he could dwell on it further, he noticed her fingers twitch. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked a few times before her gaze found him. A weak smile tugged at her lips as she softly called out his name. "Alex..."

He pressed his lips together in a thin line, nodding in acknowledgment. "You're awake," he muttered, more to himself than to her. He took a step closer to the bed, his expression still guarded. "I'll call the doctor." But before he could turn to leave, Lisa's hand shot out, grabbing his wrist with surprising strength. "Don't leave me," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper.

Alex looked down at her, searching her face for any signs of deceit. But all he saw was fear, raw and unfiltered. He wasn't sure if she was just putting on an act or if this was genuine, but something in her eyes made him hesitate. "Lisa," he began, trying to keep his voice neutral, "I'll be back. I just need to get the doctor."

Her grip on his wrist tightened, but he gently pried her fingers away. "I won't be long," he added, though there wasn't much warmth in his tone. With that, he turned and walked out of the room, heading straight for the nurse's station.

A few minutes later, Alex returned to the room, following behind the doctor and nurse who quickly got to work checking on Lisa. The doctor gave her a thorough examination before turning to Alex. "She's fine, just some bruises on her back. No concussion. She'll need rest, but she should be good as new soon enough."

Lisa thanked the doctor, who nodded and left the room with the nurse, leaving Alex and Lisa alone once more. The silence stretched between them, the air thick with unspoken words. Lisa turned to him, her voice soft and a bit shy. "Thank you, Alex... for being here with me."

Alex drew in a deep breath, nodding slightly. "It's nothing," he replied, his tone distant. He couldn't shake the unease that had settled in his chest. "Why were you at the fashion show?" he asked, his gaze steady on her.

me to attend,"

the issue further. But the suspicion lingered, like a dark cloud that wouldn't dissipate. Before he could say anything else, Lisa

hand before she could touch his face, gently but firmly pushing it down. "I'm fine," he said, his

slightly, but she quickly recovered. "You should rest too, Alex. You

tone dismissive. He turned to leave, not wanting to prolong the conversation

the door, Lisa called out to him, her voice tinged with desperation. "Alex... are

tracks, turning

The nurse will take care of you," he said, his tone firm but not

As the door clicked shut behind

bitterly. But then, she allowed herself a small, satisfied smile.

pillows, her mind racing. There was still time. She wasn't out of the game yet. If

the passenger seat of Matthew's car, her mind still buzzing with the events of the day. Matthew turned on the engine,

glancing at Claire as they merged into traffic, "what's this big

didn't beat around the bush. "Earlier at

for the dashboard to steady herself. Matthew winced and gave her an apologetic

Lisa Thompson," Claire repeated, the sarcasm in her tone not lost on him. She folded

back into the flow of traffic, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he processed

click in Matthew's brain. "Wait... you think Lisa had something to do with the fire?" Claire nodded, her expression turning more serious. "The timing was too perfect, Matthew. It's

at her again, this time with a furrowed brow. "Are you sure? I mean, it's a big leap to make." "I'm sure," Claire replied, her voice firm. "But I don't have concrete proof yet, so it's all just speculation for now." Matthew let out a low whistle,

be tough since the fire probably

for a needle in a haystack. The fire happened inside, so whatever caused