The Day My Contract Ended I Married Another Man novel Chapter 7

I thought Alexander would head back to the U.S. right after the concert.

But when I got back to the apartment the next day, I was surprised to find the kitchen light on, and Alexander already cooking dinner.

I stood at the door for a moment, then forced a smile and walked over.

“What are you making tonight? Steak again, or something different?”

I smiled and glanced at the table, only to freeze.

Instead of steak and wine, there was my favorite oxtail soup.

My heart lurched. “Why are you making this today?”

Alexander casually replied, “I won’t be making steak anymore. Give this a try.”

I froze, lowering my head, and then suddenly noticed the message from Vivienne on Alexander’s

phone, lying nearby.

“I don’t want to be just like everyone else.”

My heart lurched, and I sat down silently at the table.

I took a sip of the soup, but each mouthful grew more bitter than the last.

After only two sips, I heard Alexander speak, “Tomorrow, I’ll be going to France with Vivienne. Don’t contact me for the next few days.”

I knew he wanted to spend his birthday with Vivienne, alone.

This had been the same pattern for the past three years.

I forced a smile. “Alright.”

Perhaps my obedience pleased him. He smiled and looked at me. “I’ll bring you a gift from

France.”

“No need.”

I looked up at Alexander, smiling at him one last time.

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“Mr. Whitmore, happy birthday.”

I smiled as I looked into his eyes.

As our gazes locked, I saw his eyes deepen.

Then he stood and walked over to me. His tall frame blocked the light above.

From this angle, I could only see his sharp and cold features, outlined by the backlight.

Then he lowered his head, and his cold breath wrapped around me tightly.

His kiss, however, was as hot as lava.

He kissed my face, kissed my soft shoulder.

In a daze, I was swept into his arms and carried toward the bedroom.

Along the way, I clung to Alexander’s neck, my eyes closed, but every step he took, every scene we

passed, seemed to be etched into my mind.

The first year I was with Alexander, he took me to his grand estate, his luxury post–modern

apartments and villas.

Standing by the floor–to–ceiling windows in the highest building in London, Alexander said to me, “Point to one, I’ll give it to you.”

But I chose this place, the most inconspicuous and peaceful apartment.

It was like the kind of affection I once craved from Alexander–simple love, and a home.

The bedroom curtains were drawn tightly, and the room was dark enough that I couldn’t see

Alexander’s face.

He laid me down on the bed, reached to turn on the lights, but I suddenly pulled his body down

and kissed his lips hard.

“Just like this, Alexander…”

Let me indulge in this one last time.

This was the first time I had called his name, my breath heavy, almost like a whisper.

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Alexander let out a light chuckle, then deepened the kiss.

It was the most passionate kiss we had shared in three years.

In the end, I could hardly keep my eyes open.

Alexander carried me into the bathroom, and in the haze, it felt as if someone placed a kiss on my

forehead.

The next morning, when I woke up, Alexander was already gone.

I got up, washed my face, and saw a message from Lily.

“The 3 PM flight. Have you packed your things? I’ll come pick you up.”

My things?

I looked around the apartment. It was empty, and all traces of me had already been discarded by Alexander half a month ago.

I took my eyes off the empty space and replied, “You can come pick me up now.”

I had taken care of everything these past few days, and all that was left in the apartment were a few items of clothing.

After packing, I placed the property deed and the bank card Alexander had given me on his desk in the study.

These were the two things I had kept from three years of memories, and I chose to leave them

behind in this apartment.

One last time, I glanced around the empty living room, and a small smile crept onto my lips.

“Actually, I’ve always been grateful to you for helping me when I was at my lowest. But it seems,

I’ve never properly thanked you.”

Now, having shed the identity as a kept woman, I could finally stand on equal footing with

Alexander.

I could smile and say, “Thank you, Alexander.”

Even though we would never meet again.

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Even though he couldn’t hear it.

But some goodbyes are better left unsaid.

I opened the door, looked back one last time, and quietly closed it.

At the same time, a Rolls–Royce suddenly skidded to a halt on the road.

The contract Alexander was holding slipped from his hand and dropped to the floor. He frowned.

“Sorry, Mr. Whitmore. A child suddenly darted across the road.”

The driver glanced at his face and hurriedly added, “You’ll be picking up Miss Vivienne in a bit.”

Alexander nodded casually, picked up the contract, and felt a flicker of unease.

For a moment, he thought about calling Evelyn, but quickly dismissed the idea.

At 3 PM, Alexander’s plane touched down in France.

My plane to the U.S. lifted off at the same time.

Twelve hours later, Alexander attended the birthday party Vivienne had organized for him in

France.

During a break between drinks, Alexander glanced at his phone, only to find that I hadn’t sent him any messages. He frowned slightly.

At the same time, my plane touched down in New York City. As I walked out of the airport, I saw

the staff waiting to greet me.

“Welcome aboard. Here’s your new phone. We’re heading straight to the base.”

I took the phone, thanked them, and climbed into the car.

I closed the car door with a sharp slam.

Two days later, Alexander returned to the U.K. a day ahead of schedule.

In the car, his assistant glanced at the various luxury goods in the passenger seat and smiled. “Don’t worry, Mr. Whitmore. I’ll deliver everything to Miss Vivienne soon.”

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Alexander gave him a cold look, “These are for Evelyn.”

The assistant was surprised, “But didn’t Miss Evelyn say there was nothing she liked in France?”

Evelyn had said she didn’t want anything, but Alexander remembered that these were the things she had marked in magazines long ago.

Alexander looked away and instructed.

“Rewrite the contract for Evelyn’s renewal. Raise the payment from $300K to $500K. Have it delivered tomorrow.”

When he returned to the apartment, it was spotless, just as it had been when he left.

He walked into the kitchen, made dinner, and placed it on the table, sitting down to wait.

But he waited from evening until midnight, his patience wearing thin.

Evelyn still hadn’t returned.

Alexander stared at the cold soup, his expression turning icier.

He impatiently took out his phone, his face turning cold as he dialed Evelyn’s number.

The phone rang once.

Before he could say anything, a cold mechanical voice echoed in his ear.

“Sorry, the number you dialed has been disconnected…”

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