The Heir And The Servent Started From A Bet novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65

Alex let out a deep sigh as he slid into the driver’s seat, shutting the door with more force than necessary. He didn’t look at

Mia.

Didn’t say a word.

He just started the car and pulled onto the road, his fingers gripping the wheel tighter than usual.

Mia sat still, her hands clasped together in her lap, sneaking glances at him.

He looked serious. Too serious.

Was he angry?

At her?

She wouldn’t be surprised. Alex had a way of making her feel special one moment-like she meant something-then the next, he’d shut her out completely. Like she was nothing. Like she didn’t exist.

And yet, she couldn’t stop caring about him.

Couldn’t stop worrying about him.

Her eyes drifted to the cut on his lip, the faint bruising forming along his jaw. She wanted to reach out, to touch him, to take care of him.

But would he even let her?

She hesitated, then decided to say something. To talk about anything…

“The fight was really intense,” she murmured, glancing at him.

Alex didn’t respond.

His eyes remained fixed on the road, jaw clenched.

Mia bit her lip, suddenly regretting speaking at all. Maybe she should just keep quiet. Maybe he just wanted to be left alone.

She sighed softly and turned her gaze toward the window, watching the city blur past.

Then-

“Why were you even there tonight?”

His voice broke through the silence, rough and low.

Mia turned, momentarily taken aback.

He was talking to her.

She opened her mouth, hesitated, then admitted, “I wanted to go out.” She paused, staring down at her hands. “I wanted to see you.”

The grip Alex had on the steering wheel tightened.

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Mia swallowed.

“I didn’t see you the entire week at Casa,” she added.

Alex let out a slow exhale, shaking his head slightly. “Because I didn’t want to come.” His tone was unreadable, but there was something in it-something she didn’t want to read too much meaning into

“Why would you even come looking for me?” he muttered.

Mia didn’t have an answer.

At least, not one she was willing to say out loud.

The air in the car felt thick, heavy with unsaid things.

Alex sighed again, running a hand through his hair.

Then, after a beat of silence-

“Your place or mine?”

Mia’s heart skipped a beat.

She turned to him, wide-eyed, pulse hammering in her ears.

She should say no.

She should tell him to take her home.

She should stop whatever this was, whatever pull she had toward him that she couldn’t seem to resist.

But instead-

Shamelessly, she whispered-

“Yours.”

The drive to Alex’s house was silent, thick with tension neither of them wanted to give a name to…

Mia sat still, hands resting on her lap, sneaking glances at him every few seconds. Alex looked calm-too calm. His face was unreadable, his grip on the steering wheel relaxed, but Mia knew better. His mind was somewhere else.

When they pulled up to his house, Mia followed him inside, stepping cautiously like she didn’t belong here.

The place was dark except for the low kitchen lights that were left on. The air smelled faintly of expensive cologne and something warm-something that smelled like him.

Mia swallowed.

She shouldn’t be here.

She shouldn’t have said ‘yours’

But she did.

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And now, she had to deal with the fact that her heart was pounding in her chest for a boy who had the power to ruin her,

“Where’s the first aid box?” she asked quietly.

Alex stopped in his tracks, turning to look at her.

His gaze lingered, like he was trying to figure her out, like he wasn’t expecting her to ask that. Then, without a word, he walked down the corridor and disappeared into a room.

Mia exhaled, pressing a hand to her chest.

Her heart was still racing.

When Alex returned, he placed the small white box on the counter in front of her.

She hesitated before tapping the marble surface. “Sit.”

Alex raised a brow.

Mia looked away, suddenly shy. What was she even thinking?

She felt so small under his gaze, like he could see right through her, see how much she had fallen for him. And he had.

She knew it.

It was pathetic, really.

After everything—after the way he pushed her away, treated her like she was just something he could pick up and toss aside

-she was still here.

Still wanting him.

Still worrying about him

After a moment, Alex finally moved, hopping onto the counter with effortless ease.

Mia inhaled sharply, trying to steady herself as she stepped closer.

Her fingers trembled slightly as she opened the first aid box, pulling out what she needed. She tried to focus on the task, but Alex wasn’t making it easy.

He spread his legs a little wider, making space for her.

Her breath hitched.

She knew she should step back, create some distance, keep whatever was happening right now from consuming her whole.

But she didn’t.

Instead, she moved to stand between his legs, feeling the heat of his body so close to hers.

The stares. The looks. The way he touches her-those were the things feeding her delusion that Alex felt something for her.

Something more than hate.

She swallowed hard and lifted her hand to his face, dabbing gently at the cut on his cheek.

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