《At The Mercy of Mr Alexander》全部章節：第 31 章 - 第 40 章

Amelia I paced back and forth, deep in thought as I processed what Isabel had just said. She stood patiently, waiting for my reaction or permission to leave.My mind was raced with questions and doubts, and I couldn't seem to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in the pit of my stomach."Is there anything else, ma'am?" she asked. I let out a sigh of frustration, "Uh..." my response trailed off as I hesitated. My gaze drifted towards the door, distracted by the muffled murmurs and shuffling footsteps outside.I slowly approached the door and turned the handle. Pulled it open and was met with the sight of Alexander standing in the hallway, his back turned towards me. What on earth was he doing? Then he turned around, and his appearance caught me off guard. He looked like a nervous teenager about to ask his crush to prom, clutching a rose in one hand and a bag in the other. I wasn't sure what was in it.He looked fazed. "Hi," I said."Hi," he muttered, clearing his throat

Amelia "What are you doing here?" Selene's voice trembled with unease. "I...." I hesitated, unsure of why I needed to explain myself to her. Instead, I turned the question back on her, "What are you doing here?" "Nothing. I found the security guard fast asleep when I came. I tried to wake him, but he didn't budge - he's clearly in a very deep sleep." She turned back to the system, her fingers clicking away on the keyboard. "I just wanted to check the footage to see if I was still wearing my diamond necklace when I came back to the mansion," she said, her eyes fixed on the screen. I walked closer to see what she was doing. "There it is," She said as I got close. "Good night." She flashed me a warm smile. She began to walk away but then paused in her tracks, turning back to me. "You know, Amelia, I think we would really get along. We should be friends. We could go on a girls' trip together, do some shopping, talk about boys." She chuckled. I stood there, unsure of ho

AmeliaI burst into my office, seething with anger and frustration from Alexander's harsh tone. "He has no filter with me," I fumed, pacing around the room. "One minute he's charming and affectionate, and the next, he's cold and dismissive." I shook my head, trying to process my emotions. "I'm so fed up with his mood swings. Honestly, sometimes I just can't stand him." I grumbled to myself, flopping down in my chair. My phone rang, cutting off my rant. I felt a wave of relief wash over me when I saw the name of the caller. "Hey, girl! How's it going?" Hayley's cheerful voice asked. I let out a deep sigh. "Not going well, Hay."She immediately picked up on my tone. "What happened? Any of the employees upset you?" She asked."No, it's the great Alexander being his usual infuriating self. God! I don't know what he feels like sometimes.""What did he do?""What he knows how to do best. I understand that I'm his wife, but that's no excuse for speaking to me the way he does.""Aw, sorry

Amelia"Let's not get ahead of ourselves with the laughter," I said to Sarah. "Give the chef a chance to showcase his talents." "Hold on a minute," Sarah said, heading over to Alexander. She helped him into an apron, tying it around his waist, and then topped it off with a chef's cap, adjusting it on his head.Despite the apron and cap, he still looked so handsome. He cocked his head in my direction and our eyes met."Now, you look perfect for the job!" Sarah exclaimed.He blinked and shifted his gaze away. I felt my face heat up with a blush, my gaze falling to the ground. I nervously tucked my hair behind my ear, trying to compose myself.The kitchen was spacious and well-appointed. "Don't you should summon one of the kitchen staff to find out where the ingredients are kept?" I suggested, glancing around the room."No need to call anyone, i know where everything is." He replied, striding confidently towards what looked like a nook."I think he's finally found the pantry," I whisper

Amelia He left!I sighed feeling a sting of rejection. Of course, he would leave. What was I thinking? That he would actually want me? Sarah entered the kitchen, her worried look caught my attention. I could sense something was wrong with her."I suppose we'll have to take charge of roasting the chicken," Sarah said, sliding the already-seasoned chicken into the oven. "What do you think?" "About?" I asked, seeking clarification."The chicken!" She specified, "How spicy do you think it would turn out?" "I don't know," I said, shaking my head. Still noticing the worried expression on her face. "Are you okay, Sarah?" She attempted a smile, but it seemed strained. "Why wouldn't I be? What makes you think I'm not? I'm fine, Amelia."I pressed on, sensing something was off. "The phone calls and you look concerned. What's going on?"Sarah brushed it off, her tone a bit too casual. "Just work stuff. A client needed a piece of my artwork, but it's all taken care of now."I raised an eyebr