My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 46

"In light of the evidence, David and Lucas had no choice but to admit that their actions were premeditated. The police have decided to press charges against them. However, given the severity of their actions, their sentences may not be too harsh."

I raised an eyebrow. "How did they know my license plate and where I was?"

The officer explained, "David works as a mechanic at an authorized dealership. He says you had your car repaired there. He told Lucas your whereabouts."

"I see."

"David and Lucas’s families would like to meet with you to ask for your forgiveness. What do you think?"

"I don’t want to meet them."

"Understood."

"Thank you. Let me know if there’s any further news."

After hanging up, Alexander glanced at me. "I’ve asked Graham Blackwell to handle this. They’ll pay for their actions."

Graham Blackwell was a senior lawyer in the Legal Department at Vanguard Global Enterprises, one of the top lawyers in Virellia City, with an impeccable track record.

"Thank you."

"No need to thank me."

The interior of Lacroix was elegantly decorated, with soft piano music floating through the air.

We sat at a more secluded table, and the waiter handed us each a menu.

Alexander opened his menu and began reading from the top. After scanning a few items, I interrupted him. "Will we be able to finish all of this tonight?"

"I’m reading it to you," Alexander said with a slight smile, narrowing his eyes. "Can you see clearly now?"

I realized what he meant and smiled back. "I’m not blind. It’s just a bit blurry, but I can still read."

The waiter seized the opportunity to enthusiastically introduce the restaurant’s most popular couple’s set. "It’s very affordable, and many people choose it. You might want to give it a try."

I paused for a moment, then nodded. "We’ll have that."

Alexander’s lips curled into a slight smile. He casually asked, "How’s your vision improving?"

"It’s getting better. I can see much more clearly now."

"How about the font on your phone?"

I shook my head. "It still gives me a headache if I look too long. Is something going on at the company?"

"No," Alexander replied, lowering his gaze. "Just rest for a few more days."

"Alright." I looked around the restaurant. "This place has a nice atmosphere. The pianist plays beautifully, though I can’t tell what piece it is."

"‘Adeline by the Water,’ composed by Paul Seneville."

I looked at him in surprise. "You know this?"

"I’ve heard it played before and remembered it."

"Enjoy your meal," the waiter said, bringing over the desserts, steak, foie gras, and red wine, carefully pouring a glass for both of us.

Alexander picked up his wine glass and glanced at me. His eyes gleamed with a slight smile curving his lips.

I understood, raising my glass to clink it with his before taking a small sip.

Alexander moved the steak in front of me to his side, cutting it into pieces before placing it back in front of me.

"Thank you."

"You’re welcome," he said softly, his gaze warm as he looked into my eyes, which shimmered like clear autumn waters.

After dinner, we walked out of the restaurant hand in hand.

The cool breeze brushed against my face, carrying away the light warmth from the wine.

Alexander turned to me. "Shall we head home?"

"Let’s walk around nearby. It’ll help with digestion." I looked at him with a playful glint in my eyes.

"Alright."

We strolled down the street, hand in hand, shoulder to shoulder. This was the bustling part of the city, full of people and noise.

We moved through the crowd quietly, blending in like any other couple, laughing and chatting.

In the middle of the crowd, I felt a strange sense of peace.

How I wished we could walk like this forever, hand in hand.

"Hey, that guy is so handsome," I heard a girl say as she walked by us with her boyfriend, glancing back at Alexander.

Her boyfriend raised an eyebrow. "You’re walking with me, and yet you’re looking at other men?"

The girl pouted. "You were checking out that beautiful girl earlier."

The boyfriend smirked. "I just looked at her once. You looked at him several times. Hmph, am I not handsome enough?"

The girl wrapped her arm around his, playfully saying, "You’re handsome, you’re the most handsome."

The conversation reached my ears, and I couldn’t help but laugh softly.

"What’s so funny?" Alexander asked, turning to look at me.

I hooked my arm around his and looked up at him, my eyes twinkling. "It’s nothing. There’s a musical theater up ahead. Want to go in and watch something?"

"Sure," Alexander said, his Adam’s apple shifting as he smiled.

We entered the theater.

The hall was filled with relaxing music, and couples danced the waltz across the floor.

There were also small booths scattered around, where people were sitting together.

Noticing me watching the dancers, Alexander smiled faintly and asked, "Would you like to dance?"

I pressed my lips together, hesitant. "I don’t know how to."

"I can teach you."

My eyes lit up.

Alexander bowed slightly before me, extending his hand. I placed my hand gently in his.

With a charming smile, Alexander led me to the dance floor. "Place your hand on my shoulder, and follow my steps slowly."

As the soothing music played, we began to dance, moving slowly, our steps deliberate and restrained.

Alexander leaned in slightly, counting the beats softly in my ear.

His breath brushed against my ear, and I couldn’t help but pull back a little.

I was stumbling, struggling to keep up with his pace. In a misstep, I accidentally stepped on his leather shoe, leaving a large imprint.

"I’m sorry," I looked up at him, a hint of embarrassment flashing in my eyes.

Alexander smiled and whispered in my ear, "It’s okay."

For a moment, I froze.

The lights on the dance floor flickered, reflecting off his strong features, making his face even more striking—sculpted like an ancient Greek statue, with sharp, defined lines.

His lips curled into the slightest smile, and his eyes, sparkling like jewels, locked onto mine, pulling me in completely.

"What? Are you mesmerized?"

"No," I quickly lowered my head, almost tripping over my own feet.

Alexander chuckled softly.

I felt my ears flush, turning bright red.

After a moment, I gathered my confidence.

The hem of my dress swirled as I moved, light and graceful, like a gentle breeze.

Alexander placed his hand on my waist, barely a touch, allowing me to dance freely.

"Got the hang of it?" he asked softly.

"Mm."

Suddenly, someone bumped into me.

I lost my balance and stumbled into Alexander’s chest.

Without hesitation, he wrapped his arm around my waist. "Are you alright?"

"I’m fine."

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bump into you," the person apologized sheepishly.

"It’s okay," I said with a faint smile.

"Let’s sit for a while," Alexander suggested, noticing the beads of sweat on my forehead. He guided me off the dance floor.

"Mm."

We found a booth and sat down.

Alexander excused himself to the restroom.

A young man with green-dyed hair approached our booth, holding a glass of wine. He tried to sound casual as he asked, "Miss, would you do me the honor of dancing?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, I’m a bit tired."

But he sat down across from me anyway, signaling the waiter and taking a glass of wine from the tray, placing it in front of me. "How about a drink?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, I don’t drink."

I hadn’t dared to have too much wine during dinner.

"I noticed you’re sitting alone. How about I keep you company for a bit? Let me introduce myself. I’m Damien Caldwell, heir to Hawthorne Realty. And you are?" Damien Caldwell raised an eyebrow, wearing a smug expression.

I could tell what he was doing—acting like he owned the place. He knew that as soon as he mentioned his title, women would flock to him.

"I’m..."

"Damien Caldwell?"

Damien looked pleased, but before he could continue, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

He turned around, his attitude changing instantly. He stood up quickly. "CEO Hawthorne, you’re here too? Would you like to join us for a drink?"

"No, thank you. What’s going on here?" Alexander asked, his tone calm and indifferent.

"Oh, nothing," Damien stammered. "Just introducing myself to this lovely lady."

Alexander sat beside me. "Let me introduce you. This is my sister, Vivienne Sinclair."

Damien’s smile faltered just slightly as he turned to me, offering a sheepish grin. "Ah, Miss Vivienne, my apologies."

"Let’s go. It’s time to head back," Alexander said, taking my hand.

"Okay." I stood with him.

"CEO Hawthorne, Miss Vivienne Sinclair, take care," Damien called out, trailing behind us as we headed for the ballroom doors.

Hand in hand, we exited the ballroom. As we stepped outside, Alexander warned quietly, "That Damien Caldwell isn’t someone to trust. Keep your distance."

I chuckled and glanced at Alexander. "He seemed like a nice guy, though. Why don’t you like him?"

Alexander’s expression darkened. "You can never tell what someone’s really like just by looking at them. A bad person doesn’t wear a label on their face. You’ve met him once—how much do you really know about him?"

"I understand," I murmured, lowering my gaze, not daring to argue.

We walked to the parking lot in front of the Western restaurant.

Alexander opened the passenger door for me, waiting for me to get in before he walked around to the driver’s side.

"Vivienne."

I had just fastened my seatbelt when I heard his voice. Looking up, I saw Alexander gazing into my eyes, slowly leaning in.

His eyes were as mysterious as a starry night—deep, unreadable.

I couldn’t help but hold my breath as his handsome face drew nearer.

His warm breath brushed against my face, and I slowly closed my eyes.