Shadows Of A Forgotten Spring

Chapter 67

Alexander stepped out of the car, his tall commanding frame moving with a fluidity that only increased his unapproachable. aura. Cold, distant, and untouchable, he was as always-a man cut from stone and wrapped around divinity. The sharp scent of alcohol wafted to her as he passed, without so much as a look in her direction, his shoes clicking rhythmically against the floor

"Alexander," Annie called, spinning on her heels to follow him inside. The joy and excitement that had filled her heart since the evening began to waver under the weight of his indifference I've been waiting for you." He didn't stop, his pace steady, his broad shoulders rigid.

"I prepared your supper," she added, quickening her steps to keep up. The silence between them was unbearable, pressing against her like a suffocating weight

"I'm not hungry. Annie," he said flatly, his voice slurred slightly but tinged with something deeper-sadness. He didn't even bother to look back at her as he made his way to the living room

Annie let out a heavy sigh, frustration mingling with disappointment. She quickened her pace, determined to get his attention. "I need to talk to you about the Aurora Honors," she sail, her voice sharper now.

Alexander stopped, momentarily, his shoulders tightening. He turned his head to the side, and his eyes clouded with alcohol. "What else is there now to talk about? Your clothes have been tailored with one of the best stylists and makeup artist has been paid in advance and every little thing on your list has been ticked off

instantly softening, imploring. I'm sure you've heard about the CEO of W2 HOLDINGS making an appearance at the event. That changes everything. I need to look my best as your wife, she emphasized the

his pocket and drew out his black card, slapping it onto the coffee table with a careless flick of his wrist. "Take it. Get whatever

the card. Her pride wouldn't let her. It's not just about the dress, Alexander, she said, her tone firmer now. "We need to be seen

nervous energy humming beneath her skin. She spotted Jaden leaning casually against his sleek sports car, the metallic sheen of the vehicle glinting under the sun. His smile was effortless, his appeal irresistible as he stepped forward to open the door for her with all the grace of a storybook gentleman. "Morning, ma'am," he teased, his voice light yet laced with a warmth that did flutter her heart. He stared at

to hop in. He revved the engine with confident smirk on his face, and without any hesitation, they sped out of the parking lot. They

I felt like this? she wondered. She couldn't remember the last tirpe she'd sat in a car with loud music blaring, with the wind in her hair and a man next to her. Sure, Brandon often drove her and the kids, but those moments were practical, mature, and filled with the gentle monotony of family life. This this was something else

found herself nodding her head to the beat of the music. Jaden glanced over at her, his eyes catching the way she moved, and he blushes a faint pink spreading across his

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in the world. She stepped out of the car, her heels clicking against the pavement as she took in the grandeur of the boutique. The window displays themselves were masterpieces, each piece of