My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 95

After dinner, everyone moved to the bar.

The staff had already left, but Alexander remained seated, motionless.

Olivia smiled and asked, “Why isn’t CEO Hawthorne leaving?”

When Alexander didn’t answer, Olivia continued, “The cake I ordered is at the bar, CEO Hawthorne. You have to have a slice of birthday cake.”

The deputy director also encouraged him, “CEO Hawthorne, the bar is just next door. It won’t take long.”

“Alright, let’s go,” Alexander said, grabbing his coat from the back of the chair.

The deputy director immediately took the coat from him.

Once they arrived at the private room in the bar, people were already singing and choosing songs. 𝑓𝑟ℯ𝘦𝓌𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝑐ℴ𝓂

Alexander found a corner seat and sat down, loosening his collar slightly.

His left arm rested on the armrest of the sofa as he gently rubbed his forehead.

For some reason, he felt a bit dizzy and had a mild headache.

“CEO Hawthorne, are you feeling unwell? Here, have some water,” Olivia said, noticing his condition. She poured some water into a disposable cup and placed it in front of him.

“Thank you.” Alexander looked up at her briefly.

Olivia smiled in return.

Alexander picked up the cup and took a small sip.

Did Olivia like him?

Maybe yes, maybe no.

Tonight, she was extremely considerate, yet never overbearing.

The sound of singing filled the room.

After a few songs, the deputy director asked, “CEO Hawthorne, would you like to sing?”

“You all go ahead,” Alexander waved his hand.

The deputy director didn’t press further.

It was already a big honor that Alexander was there.

Alexander loosened his collar, revealing his collarbones.

He stood up and began walking toward the door.

“CEO Hawthorne!” Olivia thought he was leaving.

Alexander looked closely at Olivia’s expression. “I’m just stepping outside for some fresh air. It’s a bit stuffy in here.”

Olivia flashed an awkward smile.

Just then, a waiter entered the room, pushing the cake.

Olivia went to cut the cake.

Alexander walked slowly down the corridor and sent a message to Vivienne.

He stood outside for a while but still felt a bit warm.

When he returned to the private room, the cake had already been cut.

Seeing him enter, Olivia made her way over, holding a slice of cake. “CEO Hawthorne, would you like to try some? The cake here is really good.”

“Just leave it here,” Alexander gestured toward the table, his voice a bit hoarse.

Olivia placed the cake on the table in front of him and added, “It’s a rare moment, why don’t you sing a song?”

“No thanks.”

Alexander picked up the small cake plate, took a token bite, and checked his watch. He grabbed his coat from the sofa. “It’s getting late. I’m heading back. You all enjoy yourselves.”

Olivia called out from behind, “CEO Hawthorne, you’re leaving already? Won’t you stay a bit longer?”

“CEO Hawthorne, stay and play for a while,” an employee said.

“You all have fun, but I have something to take care of, so I’ll leave first.” Alexander walked toward the door with his coat.

The employees stopped trying to persuade him and followed him to the door of the private room.

“CEO Hawthorne, take care.”

“Don’t see me off. Go back and have fun,” Alexander said, striding out.

Olivia jogged a few steps to catch up. “CEO Hawthorne, I think I heard your tire blew out? Can you make it back? How about I book a room for you upstairs at the hotel?”

“No need.”

“Then can I drive you back?”

“Someone’s already coming to pick me up, Director Reynolds. You should go back. You’re the star of tonight. They’re still waiting for you.”

“Well... I’ll walk you downstairs, and I’ll leave after you get in the car.”

Olivia bit her lip, racking her brain for ways to keep Alexander there.

She knew the medicine was about to take effect.

She wouldn’t be as foolish as Vivienne and try to compete with Isabella. She just wanted one night.

Just one night.

Olivia followed Alexander into the elevator.

The elevator doors closed, leaving the two of them in a quiet, silent space.Alexander pressed the button for the first floor.

Olivia stood behind him, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. He was wearing nothing but a black shirt, the sleeves rolled up to reveal his well-toned arms. His jacket hung casually over his elbow, a simple gesture that somehow gave off an unmistakable air of nobility and elegance.

Olivia gathered her courage and stepped closer, intending to wrap her arms around him.

Just then, the elevator doors suddenly opened. A group of young people entered, chatting and laughing, but their voices quieted the moment they saw Alexander.

One young woman, her gaze lingering on Alexander, couldn’t help but look him over. It was clear he was a successful man—though youthful in appearance, his calm, impassive eyes carried the aura of maturity. There was something oddly familiar about him.

Before the young woman could figure it out, the elevator doors opened again.

The elevator stopped on the first floor, and after the group had exited, Alexander followed. Turning to Olivia, he said, "This is far enough. I’ll be fine from here."

“It’s alright, just a few more steps. I’ll walk you to the door, CEO Hawthorne.”

They exited the bar, and the flashing neon lights outside were accompanied by a sudden cool breeze—it was a chilly autumn night.

Olivia moved a little closer. "CEO Hawthorne, aren’t you cold in just that?"

“I’m not cold.” Alexander shook his head.

In fact, he felt an inexplicable warmth spreading through him.

Olivia looked around. “Has your ride not arrived yet?”

“I’ll have to wait a bit.”

“Then I’ll wait with you.” Olivia stepped closer, her resolve firm.

She knew this was her last chance.

"Ah..." Olivia’s heel wobbled, and she stumbled right into Alexander.

He quickly reached out to steady her. “Are you alright?”

“CEO Hawthorne, I twisted my ankle,” Olivia said, subtly clinging to his arm.

“I’ll help you back to the lobby.”

“CEO Hawthorne, could you take me to the hospital? My car keys are in my pocket,” Olivia looked up at him, giving a look of innocent pleading.

Alexander pulled out his phone and made a call.

Olivia thought he was calling his ride.

But to her surprise, when the call connected, he said, “Lucas, come down and bring the car keys. Olivia twisted her ankle, take her to the hospital.”

Lucas was the deputy director.

He quickly replied, “Alright, I’m on my way.”

Hearing this, Olivia’s face stiffened.

Alexander looked at her and asked, “Are you going to wait for Lucas here or head to the lobby?”

Olivia didn’t want to go anywhere.

She forced a smile, feeling caught between a rock and a hard place.

He let out a soft sigh, shifting his weight as he subtly distanced himself from her.

“Can’t stand up?”

Olivia’s eyes held a deeper meaning as she nodded gently.

“Just hang on, Lucas will be here soon.” Alexander supported her, keeping a little more space between them.

Olivia: “...”

Seeing she didn’t respond, Alexander didn’t say anything more.

Not long after, Lucas jogged out from the bar’s back door, spotted them by the road, and said, “Director Reynolds, don’t worry, I’ll bring the car around.”

Lucas quickly retrieved the car and parked it by the roadside.

Alexander helped Olivia walk over.

Reluctantly, Olivia got into Lucas’s car.

Lucas drove off.

Alexander stood, watching the car disappear into the traffic, then took his phone out of his pocket to check it—no messages.

Vivienne still hadn’t arrived.

Just then, a black sedan across the street flashed its headlights.