All Chapters of Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

***Miles Blackwood's POV (Cont.)***When Isabella answered the call, her voice sounded tired, as though she had only recently finished work.She told me that filming had just wrapped for the day and that she had already returned to her hotel.Without wasting time, I asked the question directly. I wanted to know how things were progressing between her and Alexander. More importantly, I wanted to know whether Alexander had mentioned marriage recently.The moment I asked, silence filled the line.The pause lasted long enough for me to glance across the room at my brother. Cole was watching me carefully, and when he noticed Isabella's hesitation, his expression gradually became more serious."Isabella," I said firmly, "answer honestly. Your uncle and I are both here, and we need to know what is really going on."After another brief silence, she finally spoke.Her voice carried a trace of uncertainty.Instead of answering immediately, she asked why I had suddenly become interested in her r

***Alexander’s POV***I recognized the car the moment it pulled up. It was one of the Jaguars from my garage, and the sight of it immediately told me who was inside.The headlights cut across the street as I stepped away from the bar entrance, holding my coat loosely in my hand. Through the windshield, I saw Vivienne sitting in the driver’s seat. She was leaning back comfortably with her arms crossed, watching me with a faint, knowing smile as I approached.I walked around the front of the car and opened the passenger door before settling into the seat beside her. I asked how long she had been waiting there and why she had not called me, but she did not answer immediately. Instead, she started the engine calmly as if my questions could wait.When the car began to move, she finally spoke, saying she had not been there for long. Then she added that earlier there had been too many people around me trying to get my attention, and because of that I likely would not have noticed her call ev

***Writer’s POV***The Blackwoods’ VillaThe Blackwoods’ villa stood quietly on the hill, towering over the city like a silent ruler watching everything beneath it. The enormous estate looked elegant and untouchable beneath the afternoon sky, its cold beauty matching the family that lived inside.Inside the spacious study room, the atmosphere felt heavy and restrained.Miles Blackwood sat behind his dark wooden desk with a document spread open before him. Sunlight filtered through the tall window beside him, stretching across the polished floor until it stopped near his shoes.A knock sounded from the door.“Come in,” Miles said calmly without looking up.The assistant entered carefully, holding a thin black file with both hands as though the contents inside carried great importance.“Sir,” the assistant said respectfully while stepping forward, “the investigation regarding Vivienne Sinclair has been completed. Everything we found is inside this file.”Miles continued reading the docu

***Vivienne’s POV***The car slowly came to a stop in front of a beautifully decorated restaurant.Through the window, I could already see the warm golden lights glowing inside. People moved behind the glass doors while waiters walked quickly between tables carrying trays of food and wine. Laughter and conversation drifted faintly through the entrance, making the entire place feel lively and welcoming.The secretary stepped out first and opened the car door for me.I thanked him softly before walking inside.The moment I entered the restaurant, warmth and noise surrounded me instantly. The place was crowded, with nearly every table occupied. The rich scent of grilled meat, butter, fresh bread, and wine lingered in the air.Clearly, this restaurant was very popular.My eyes slowly moved across the room in search of Alexander.Then I saw him.He was seated near the third row beside the aisle, and even in a crowded room, he stood out immediately.He wore a black shirt with black suit tro

***Vivienne’s POV***After dinner at Bella’s house, we remained in the living room for a while longer.Bella kept the conversation going by asking Alexander about work and occasionally mentioning Pop Pop’s health. Most of the time, I simply sat quietly beside them and answered politely whenever she directed a question toward me.The atmosphere was not particularly warm, but at least it remained peaceful.Grace sat on the carpet near the sofa with a set of colorful building blocks scattered around her. Every few minutes, she would proudly hold up another crooked tower she had built and show it to Alexander.Each time, he nodded seriously and praised her as though she had constructed an entire palace.Watching the two of them together made me feel strangely calm inside.Eventually, it grew late.The sky outside had already darkened completely, while the lights inside the house cast a warm glow across the living room.Alexander stood up first.He needed to catch a flight that night becau