After the family dinner, Alexander left the Sinclair residence. He used the key Greg had given him to open the door to the room.
This room had been set up for him to confess to Isabella tonight. And now, he didn't know whether to be relieved that he'd been a step too late or frustrated that he hadn't realized his own feelings sooner.
As the door opened, he was met with a heart made of pink roses. The room was filled with romantic balloons, streamers, flowers, and candles. The floor was scattered with petals.
In the center was a dining table, also covered in pink roses, set with wine, desserts, and two servings of steak.
Alexander thought to himself that it was just as well Isabella hadn't come tonight. She probably wouldn't have liked this setup anyway.
For one, she didn't seem to like pink, as he'd never seen her wear anything pink. And those fancy-looking pastries that probably didn't even taste good? She'd complain about them. As for the steak, he could already imagine her saying, "That's not enough to fill me up."
He walked over to the couch, brushed the petals off, and tossed his coat onto it. Then, without any warning, he kicked the dining table.
The crash echoed through the room. His calm, restrained emotions suddenly ignited, exploding violently. He ripped everything he could reach, including the balloons, flowers, and decorations, to the floor.
"Aunt?" he thought. "Ridiculous!"
His first love, the woman he had carried in his heart for three years, had somehow become his aunt.
He got screwed over twice by the same person. He was just too stupid!
After wrecking the carefully arranged room, he sank to the floor, leaning against the couch, closing his eyes. "Isabella… Isabella…"
Images of Isabella standing next to Theodore flashed through his mind, leaving him puzzled. In his mind, Isabella was a fairly pretty but otherwise ordinary woman. He'd always thought she only attracted attention when she was with him.
But last night, standing beside Theodore, she didn't look out of place at all. Instead, she seemed dazzling, naturally commanding attention.
When did she change?
"Alex!" Greg rushed in, stunned by the mess in the room. There was nowhere to step without disturbing the chaos. "What… happened?"
Greg knew the hotel manager. He had personally guided him when booking the room. The crashing from inside had scared the staff, but knowing the room was for a VIP guest, they hadn't dared to interrupt and called Greg.


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