Chapter 14
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This was the third time Yrian noticed Alexandra’s unusual focus on the Sanchez Group.
He stood at the study entrance, watching her slender back stiffen under the desk lamp as her pen scraped fierce marks across the paper. This wasn’t data analysis–it resembled…
dissecting an enemy.
Looking at the Sanchez Group’s report again Yrian walked in holding hot milk, intentionally making his footsteps louder.
Alexandra’s fingers trembled almost imperceptibly, quickly closing the folder. Just routine analysis. She took the milk, the corners of her lips curving into a perfect smile. Getting to know a future competitor in advance.
Yrian didn’t expose her lie.
Although over the past three months, she had been studying the Sanchez Group far more frequently than any other company, sometimes staying up until dawn. But whenever he wanted to ask, she would quickly change the subject.
Especially after that one–sided meeting in Paris.
Don’t stay up too late. He finally just set down the cup in his hand. There’s an early meeting tomorrow.
Alexandra nodded, but her gaze had already drifted back to that stack of files.
As Yrian closed the study door, he heard the pen scratching on parchment once more, like a physical embodiment of
obsession.
At 317 a.m., a sharp scream pierced the silence of the villa.
Yrian bolted up from bed, his doctor’s instinct snapping him instantly awake. The sound came from Alexandra’s bed-
room.
He rushed over without even taking time to put on his slippers.
Pushing open the door, the sight before him made his heart clench tightly.
Alexandra was curled up in the corner between the bedhead and the wall, her hands tightly gripping her own neck, her face as pale as parchment.
Her nightgown was soaked with cold sweat, clinging to her thin back, and her whole body trembled like a leaf in the wind.
What frightened Yrian the most was her eyes, pupils dilated, gaze unfocused, as if she were looking at some terrifying
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Linda! Yrian knelt on one knee before her, not daring to touch her rashly, Look at me, can you hear me
No response. Alexandra’s breathing grew increasingly rapid, her lips turning blue.
Acute PTSD attack.
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Yrian quickly made a judgment. He gently grasped Alexandra’s wrist, touching a patch of cold, sticky sweat. Follow my breathing, he pressed her hand against his chest, feel my breathing rhythm, take it slow…
Yrian deliberately slowed his breathing, his chest rising and falling rhythmically.
He could feel a circle of uneven scars on the slender wrist under his palm.
One minute, two minutes…
Alexandra’s breathing finally began to synchronize with his. Her pupils refocused, and upon seeing the her, she abruptly withdrew her hand.
person before
I’m fine. she said in a hoarse voice, reflexively pulling down her pajama sleeve to cover her wrist. Sorry, I just had a nightmare.
Yrian gently draped the towel over her shoulder and sat down in the armchair opposite her. Do you want to talk about that nightmare
He asked very casually, as if he were just discussing the weather for tomorrow.
I dreamed… Alexandra suddenly stood up, walked over to the desk, and took out a parchment bag from the bottom. drawer. You should see this.
Yrian took the bag; it was heavy. What poured out was a stack of photos, medical records, and…
a coffee–stained copy of a marriage certificate.
So this was your original name… Yrian’s words died on his lips, everything before his eyes shocking him.
Alexandra lay in a pool of blood, a gaping wound on her forehead, the carpet beneath her stained dark crimson. The medical report noted [Three fractured ribs, comminuted fracture of the right index finger, fluid in her lungs… 】
This is…
Hendrix’s masterpiece. Alexandra’s voice was eerily calm. He’s my ex–husband…
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