I Refuse to Be Your Second Choice novel Chapter 162

Camila White was escorted out by the bodyguard.

Alexander sat down beside Natalie. “There. Everything is clear now. There won’t be any more misunderstandings.”

So he had done that for her.

Natalie looked at him, her eyes shining. “Not everything.”

“No?” Alexander opened the bag on the coffee table and took out its contents.

It was breakfast he’d had delivered. He opened each container, revealing all of Natalie’s favorite dishes. He handed her a glass of milk first. “Tell me, what else is there to explain?”

Natalie lowered her head and reached her right hand into her left pocket.

Seeing her struggle, Alexander wrapped an arm around her, reaching into her coat pocket himself. The movement half-enclosed her in his embrace.

Only a few centimeters separated them.

Natalie turned her head slightly. As Alexander pulled out the phone, he noticed a blush creeping up her cheeks.

He chuckled softly and handed her the phone. “Something you want to show me?”

“Mhm.” Natalie took the phone from his hand, unlocked the screen, and opened up Camila’s social media profile.

“This picture.”

It was a post from three years ago. A photo taken on a snowy mountain, of her kissing Alexander’s cheek. The caption read: “Last New Year’s Eve, we watched the sunrise from the mountaintop. They say that whoever you kiss at the turn of the year, you’ll have a closer relationship with in the year to come. Please stop being mad at me, okay?”

Alexander frowned. “I had no idea about this.”

“That’s a terrible excuse,” Natalie said lightly, taking a sip of her milk.

Alexander rubbed his forehead, a mixture of frustration and amusement on his face. “I’m serious, I didn’t know. And we weren’t alone on that mountain trip; Bruce was there too. I must have been exhausted and fallen asleep while resting. I don’t know when she took it. And climbing the mountain wasn’t even my idea—Bruce suggested it for Isabella’s birthday.”

He rattled off the explanation in a single, breathless rush.

“So, you’re disappointed?” Natalie asked, her face a perfect deadpan.

Alexander didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. “I swear, if I have any feelings for her at all…”

“You’ll be impotent for life?” Natalie finished his sentence for him.

Alexander’s eyes narrowed for a second before a slow smile spread across his face. “I could make that vow, but there’s no need to punish you.”

If he became impotent, what would become of her happiness for the rest of her life?

Natalie instantly understood his meaning and shot him a glare. “That has nothing to do with me.”

“How does it have nothing to do with you? If I were impotent, you’d basically be a widow.” Alexander’s smile was playful, his eyes locked on hers.

Natalie put down her fork and pushed the sandwich in front of her toward him. She noticed a cup of coffee—his usual breakfast staple—and promptly moved it far away, replacing it with another glass of milk.

Her long lashes swept down, her voice cool and casual as she said, “I’d be divorced, not widowed.”