Chapter 145

Alexander’s POV I watched as Vivienne propped herself up in bed, carefully spooning the fish soup from the bedside table and eating it slowly. A wave of relief washed over me, but at the same time, a bitter, unfamiliar ache gnawed at my chest. Does she really care for Julian that much?! He had barely said a few words, yet she listened to him so intently! Then, without warning, Vivienne tossed the bowl onto the table, threw off the covers, and rushed out of bed. She bent over the trash can and began vomiting. I quickly pushed open the door, rushing to her side. Gently, I patted her back as she retched. The soup she had just eaten came up almost immediately. Once she was done, Vivienne tried to go to the bathroom to rinse her mouth, but I swiftly picked her up and placed her back in bed. "Stay here for a moment." I quickly poured a glass of warm water and placed it on the bedside table, then moved the trash can closer. Vivienne refused to look at me. She gra