The Day My Contract Ended I Married Another Man novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

Alexander froze for a moment, frowning as he stared at the number on his phone, double–checking that it was correct.

He dialed again.

Still, there was only the cold mechanical voice.

“The number you have dialed has been disconnected.”

Alexander’s eyes darkened suddenly. He stood up abruptly, heading upstairs and pushing open the bedroom door–it was empty.

The balcony was empty as well.

He turned toward the study. Still no one, but two items on the desk.

A card, and a property deed.

He stared at the two items for a few seconds before walking over and spotting a piece of paper

tucked underneath them.

The delicate handwriting hastily scrawled a message on the paper.

“Alexander, thank you for these three years.”

Alexander squinted, took out his phone, and dialed his assistant.

“Find out where Evelyn is.”

The assistant was confused, “Isn’t Miss Hartwell with you, Mr. Whitmore?”

“Find out,” Alexander interrupted coldly.

The assistant immediately tensed, hurriedly responding, “I’ll check right away.

After hanging up, Alexander glanced at the two items on the desk, a cold smile tugging on his lips.

The kept woman wanted to play the runaway game because she was bored, and he was happy to

humor her.

As long as she managed to escape.

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Alexander stared at the note for a few more seconds before pressing it back into place.

At that moment, his phone rang–Vivienne’s message flashed across the screen.

[Alexander, I want to see you.]

Alexander’s gaze sharpened.

At the Century Garden restaurant, Alexander sat across from Vivienne, his expression grim.

Vivienne pursed her lips and said, “Alexander, didn’t you hear me?”

His eyes locked onto her face, his voice cold, “Mm.”

Vivienne bit her lip, “It’s because your brother found another woman, I just wanted you to take that woman away from him. After all, you already have a pet in London, what difference does it make if you have another in New York City?”

“Vivienne.” Alexander suddenly cut her off.

Vivienne froze. This was the first time Alexander had addressed her with such coldness.

She looked at him, and he coldly said, “Her name is Evelyn.”

Vivienne was taken aback. She instinctively wanted to argue but held herself back, “Fine, let’s not talk about her. But what about your brother? Are you just going to stand by and watch me be humiliated like this?”

As she spoke, her eyes reddened, and she lowered her head, starting to sob.

Alexander watched her tears, his jaw set tightly.

After a long pause, he spoke in a low voice, “But wasn’t this your choice from the start?”

Vivienne pressed her lips together, reaching out to tug at Alexander’s sleeve. “Yes, I wronged you back then, so I’m suffering now. But can’t you, for the sake of our past, help me just this once? As long as you say you care for that woman, your brother will never take her from you. Just do this for me, please?”

Alexander looked at her for a long moment, then suddenly laughed bitterly, his voice hoarse. “Am I not doing enough for you?”

Vivienne bit her lip, wanting to say something, but Alexander pulled his sleeve out of her grasp.

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“I’m leaving. Enjoy your meal.”

He stood up and walked out, moving quickly until he reached the high–ceilinged corridor of Century Garden. He paused in front of the floor–to–ceiling windows and glanced down at the dazzling city lights of London, twinkling like stars.

In that moment, Alexander’s thoughts drifted to Evelyn.

He suddenly wondered where she might be hiding in this building, waiting for him to come find

her.

For some reason, he felt an overwhelming urge to see her.

He didn’t need to do anything. Just having Evelyn by his side felt enough to satisfy him.

Alexander stood there for a moment, then sighed helplessly. With a defeated expression, he took out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number.

“Once you find Evelyn’s location, bring her back tonight.”

This runaway game had lasted a day, and he was already done with it.

The assistant hesitated for a moment. “Mr. Whitmore, someone has deliberately concealed Miss

Hartwell’s whereabouts.”

Alexander froze.

Then he heard the assistant’s voice, “We can’t locate Miss Hartwell is right now.”

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