My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 71

At 8 p.m., Alexander sent me a WhatsApp message: "Have you had dinner? Why aren’t you coming over?"

I glanced at the message, then exited WhatsApp and turned off my screen.

A moment later, my phone vibrated twice with another message.

I picked it up and saw that Alexander had written, “Reply to me immediately, or I’ll come to your room to find you.”

I gave a slight smile and replied, “Not coming tonight.”

“Why? Why didn’t you respond to me earlier?”

“I didn’t see it. I’m a bit tired tonight. Don’t feel like coming.”

Excuses. It was obvious they were just excuses.

“Vivienne, tell me the truth. Why?”

“What I just said is the truth. I want to rest.”

After sending the message, I held my phone in my hand and waited for a while, but Alexander didn’t reply.

I set the phone down and lay on the bed, ready to sleep.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. My body stiffened.

I had a gut feeling it was Alexander outside.

Violet’s bed was nearby. She got up and walked to the door, asking, “Who is it?”

“It’s me.” A low voice came through the door. “I need to talk to Vivienne. Let her come out.”

“Oh, okay,” Violet immediately replied, calling to me, “Director Vivienne, CEO Hawthorne is looking for you. You should go see him.”

He really came.

I had no choice but to get out of bed, put on my slippers, and head to the door, making sure to close it behind me.

I looked at Alexander and asked, “What are you doing here? Do you need something?”

“You tell me,” Alexander answered, his eyes fixed on me.

Before I could speak, Alexander immediately cut me off. “Don’t try to make excuses. Just tell me the truth. Are you in a bad mood?”

“There’s no reason. Don’t ask me again.”

“Did you see Isabella’s variety show?”

I stayed silent.

“You’re jealous, aren’t you?”

“No, not at all. It’s not because of that. Don’t jump to conclusions. How could I be jealous? I don’t like you.” I denied it five times in a row.

Hearing that last sentence, Alexander’s expression shifted. “Vivienne, are you really planning to go against your promise to Pop-Pop?”

I opened my mouth, whispering, “Not really...”

Alexander grabbed my hand. “You’re sulking by yourself? I hope that whatever happens, you’ll be honest with me. Don’t avoid things. Open communication is the only way to handle things properly. Otherwise, the distance between us will only grow.”

“I’ll ask you again: Is it because you saw Isabella’s show and found out I taught her German and told her stories?”

“No,” I bit my lip and denied it.

Alexander could tell I was lying again.

I didn’t want to admit I was jealous.

“Vivienne, you can’t take out your frustrations with my past on me. My past is there, and I can’t erase it. I’m not forcing you to accept all of it, but you have to understand: The past is the past. The future is what matters. If, in the end, I choose to be with you and not divorce, then what does it matter that I taught her German?”

I lowered my head, pressed my lips together, and remained silent.

“Still planning to soak in the Blue Lagoon?”

Seeing that I wasn’t responding, Alexander continued, “If you want to soak, go back to your room, pack your things, and move to mine. Don’t worry, tonight is the last night here. In the morning, I’ll drive you out. No one will know.”

I silently turned and headed back to my room to start packing.

“Director Vivienne, are you leaving?” Violet asked, confused.

“Yeah, something came up, I need to leave,” I replied, my face unchanged.

“Oh, hope everything goes well.”

“Thanks.”

After I packed, I went to room 0104.

I sank into the Blue Lagoon, letting out a long breath.

So relaxing.

Alexander also joined me in the Blue Lagoon pool.

He wrapped his arms around my waist and lifted me onto his lap, his lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, “Would you like to try the twenty-centimeter depth?”

My face flushed with embarrassment as I pushed him away. “Is this all you think about? Is that why you insisted I come here?”

“It’s been two months. Who wouldn’t want to?”

“You said I needed to give my permission first. I didn’t agree.”

“Well, you could at least help me out.”

I hesitated for a moment, then waved my fingers in front of me.

Alexander shook his head. “Turn around and keep your legs together.”

When it ended, the inside of my thighs was flushed and sore.

I felt completely drained, gazing at the man responsible with a mixture of resentment and frustration.

Yet, he seemed in a good mood, even carrying me to the bed after cleaning me up.

His attentiveness was impeccable.

The next morning, before dawn, Alexander woke me up. “Let’s go back and sleep in the car.”

The department employees were still at the resort.

Though I had returned early, I didn’t need to work, so I stayed home and slept in.

While scrolling through my phone, I remembered the photo Alexander and I had taken together—it was time to post it.

I edited a Status Update: “Boyfriend.”

I paired it with the picture we had taken, making it visible to all.

Soon, I received a notification: Alexander liked your Status Update.

Though everyone was puzzled about why I posted a picture of my boyfriend without showing his face, they still commented congratulations.

One bold male colleague even commented: “Definitely looks like a twenty-centimeter guy.”

Sophie immediately messaged me on WhatsApp: “Sis, what’s going on? Tell me everything!”

Vivienne: “Just as you see, we’re in the dating phase. Not sure if it’ll last.”

“Aaaah! Vivienne, where did you find him? That body, those pecs—amazing!”

“Stop drooling!”

“Can I meet him?”

“Not yet. Maybe later.”

When Julian saw the Status Update, he froze, staring at his phone for a long time.

His mind was in turmoil.

He had always assumed I was single and that he still had a chance. But now, someone else had beat him to it?

Julian: "When did you start seeing someone? Your boyfriend’s in great shape."

I sighed, regretting making the post visible to everyone. I just wanted to rile up Isabella, not have everyone asking about it.

"Right? He’s definitely in great shape."

"When can I meet him?"

"Not sure. Maybe later."

"Okay." Julian felt a spark of hope in his chest.

If he couldn’t meet my boyfriend, it meant our relationship wasn’t solid yet, and there was always a chance we could break up.

"When can you come visit my class?" Julian asked.

"I’m free soon. Let me know when works for you."

"How about tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow works."

After work, Isabella saw my Status Update and fumed with rage.

Though others couldn’t tell, she knew the man in the photo was unmistakably Alexander.

That bitch, Vivienne!

She was definitely taunting her!

Vivienne must have seen the Status Update I posted that night, and now she was retaliating in this way!

This Status Update was supposed to be visible only to Isabella, right?

Isabella thought for a moment, then decided to call Alexander.

The phone rang a few times before he answered. “Hello, Isabella.”

Isabella opened her mouth. “Alexander, did you see Vivienne’s Status Update?”

“Yeah.”

Isabella froze. Wasn’t the Status Update only visible to her?

“So... is that guy in the photo you?”

“Yep.”

Isabella was about to ask more, but Vivienne cut her off. “Don’t overthink it. There’s someone at work who’s pursuing her. She told him she has a boyfriend, but he didn’t believe her, so she had to post something to prove it.”

Isabella’s words caught in her throat, unable to form any sound as Alexander spoke for Vivienne. Her frustration nearly boiled over.

Vivienne really was playing a deep game.

Not only had she gotten Alexander to willingly take intimate photos with her, but she had also allowed them to be posted on her Status Update. And now, she had Alexander defending her.

That bitch.

If Vivienne’s intention was to disgust her, then she succeeded. Isabella was, indeed, disgusted.