Series 8
Hearing that, Theo and Scarlet were visibly taken aback. They both turned to look at Alexander.
“Why not?” Theo demanded, confusion in his voice.
Alexander’s face was expressionless, his gaze fixing on Theo. “Because I said so.”
His voice carried a commanding tone, his striking features betraying no emotion.
Expressions shifted on both Theo’s and Scarlet’s faces.
Scarlet looked at Alexander and opened her mouth, about to speak. But before she could say anything, Alexander abruptly rose from the sofa and exited the room.
Scarlet watched him leave, her hands balling into fists out of frustration.
She was lost in thought. Why did Alexander object to Theo pursuing that woman?
Wren exited the restroom, straightening her dress, ready to return to the hall.
She paused abruptly when she noticed a tall and handsome man casually leaning against the wall nearby.
Alexander glanced over at Wren, their eyes briefly meeting.
Wren held his gaze for a second before casually looking away and walking past him.
She pretended like she didn’t know Alexander at all, ignoring his presence completely.
“Wait, stop.” Alexander’s cold voice echoed.
Wren stopped and turned, her eyes locking with Alexander’s. A slight smile played on her lips as she said, “Can I help you with anything, sir?”
Her voice was soothing, like a soft melody.
Wren had thought three years would help her forget the man who had brought so much pain into her life.
Yet, seeing Alexander now, she realized that his image was already ingrained in her memory.
But she could remain composed in front of Alexander now.
Alexander chuckled coldly at her words, staring at her pointedly. His smirk was tinged with irony as he said, “Wren, are you pretending to have amnesia now?”
Wren was stunned for a moment. Had Alexander actually recognized her?
Her eyes sparkled with a hint of surprise as she asked, “What do you need from me, Mr. Clark?”
“No longer pretending now, huh?” Alexander said sharply.
With a light smirk, Wren responded, “Seeing as you’ve recognized me, there seems to be little point in continuing the charade.”