All Chapters of Too Late for Love, Mr. CEO: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Vivienne’s POV ContI held Alexander’s gaze across the table for a brief moment before speaking.He had already made it clear that I could ask for anything except resigning, so I understood exactly where his limits were. Even so, I wanted to test how far that boundary truly extended.“Except for resigning,” he had said earlier.“Not that,” I replied.“Then say it.”I took a quiet breath before answering, keeping my voice calm and even.“What I want is to return to my previous position. I want to handle public relations for Valmonté and Roussier International again, just like before. What do you think?”I gently set my chopsticks down and waited.My eyes remained on him, searching for even the slightest reaction. However, he said nothing. His expression did not change, and his silence stretched long enough that it became an answer on its own.A faint smile appeared on my lips as I picked up my chopsticks again.“Forget I said anything,” I said lightly, as though it had only been a pass

Alexander’s POV I held Isabella as she cried in my arms. Her body trembled against me, and her tears soaked through my shirt. A tight pressure formed in my chest as I watched her fall apart like this.“Isabella,” I said quietly, “I promised I would stay with you. You do not need to worry. I will not break my word.”She shook her head against me, her voice breaking as she spoke.“But you are already married. You are not mine anymore. Do you think I do not know?”Her fingers tightened around my shirt as if she was afraid I would disappear.“What do you take me for? When I told you I was coming back, why did you not tell me the truth? If I had known you were married, I would never have contacted you. I would never have gotten involved again. How am I supposed to face Vivienne?”Her crying grew more desperate, each word heavier than the last.“It is my fault, not yours,” I said firmly. “I have already decided to divorce her. The decree will come through soon.”I held her shoulders and m

Vivienne’s POVI followed Alexander to the front row of the auction hall. The lights were bright, and the stage was already set. Guests in elegant clothes filled every seat.I held his arm as we walked in, just as we were expected to in public.A small hope lingered in my heart.Tonight… maybe he would stay beside me.Maybe, just once, I would not lose to Isabella.Then I saw her.Isabella was already seated in the front row. She turned and smiled the moment she saw Alexander.“Alexander, over here.”Her voice was soft. Familiar.Alexander paused. He glanced at me briefly… then gently removed my hand from his arm.“Go ahead,” he said quietly.And walked toward her.My steps stopped.For a moment, I could not move.The smile on my lips faded slowly.So this was the truth.He had only brought me here because of his grandparents.It was never about me.“What are you standing there for?” he asked when he noticed I had not followed.I lowered my eyes and forced myself forward.I sat beside

Vivienne’s POVAlexander’s expression changed the moment Julian’s name came up. His jaw tightened and his lips pressed into a thin line, and even though he tried to suppress it, the anger was obvious.He always reacted like this whenever Julian was mentioned, as if the mere idea of a connection between us was unacceptable.It felt almost absurd.I looked at him steadily and asked if there was anything else, because my patience was already running thin.He did not answer immediately. After a few seconds, he spoke again, his tone serious, asking what had happened the night before. There was something sharp beneath his calm voice, something close to restrained anger.“I don’t owe you an explanation,” I replied coldly.Those were his words from before. I was simply returning them exactly as he had once given them to me.His brows drew together, and he pressed his fingers against his forehead as if holding back frustration. He told me not to act impulsively, clearly assuming that I had don

Vivienne’s POVI was startled when the door suddenly opened and looked up at him.Alexander stepped inside slowly, closing the door behind him.“Why did you move to this room?” he asked.“I wanted a change of scenery. I’ll move back later,” I replied calmly.“Do you need something?”He frowned slightly at my tone, then pulled out a black credit card and placed it on the nightstand, pushing it toward me.“If there’s anything you want, just buy it.”I glanced at the card briefly.“No need. You can keep it. I’m not losing anything.”“This is something I promised you. I went back on my word, and I should make up for it,” he said, his voice firm.I pressed my lips together.“Really, there’s no need.”“Don’t be polite with me,” he said, his gaze sharpening.“Vivienne, I know you’re distancing yourself on purpose, but there’s no need.”His next words landed heavier than anything else.“After the divorce, you’ll still be Pop-Pop and Nana’s most cherished granddaughter.We won’t stop seeing ea