CHAPTER 137 : THIS ENTIRE SITUATION IS CRUEL
The moment the door opened, the strong smell of alcohol hit Eleanora first. Expensive and dangerous.
Alexander Laurent stood outside her door looking completely ruined.
His black dress shirt remained half unbuttoned beneath the expensive coat hanging carelessly over his shoulders while his usually perfect hair looked dishevelled tonight. The sharpness he carried so naturally had cracked somewhere beneath exhaustion, alcohol and something far uglier.. Real pain.
And somehow that looked worse on him than anger ever did. For several seconds, neither of them spoke.
Alexander's dark eyes simply searched her face desperately like a man confirming something impossible - alive and safe.
Eleanora's fingers tightened around the pistol hidden behind the door before she quietly lowered it again. "You're drunk."
Alexander let out a hollow laugh at that. "Very observant."
Eleanora immediately stepped back coldly. "Go home, Alex."
